Fresh air was given, clean clouds were given out
everything was taken with care and love
now everything is gone.
I am the cloud
who has been wandering around the sky
with shapes, colors, air and new forms for people to admire.
I have been admiring them since the time I first met them.
I felt as if I was going to feel not mistreated but treated fairly
but I was wrong.
Pollution began, smoke came up
cough, cough I can’t breathe I am stuck
there should be some way to get out from here
but really, there isn't an option.
People should understand that I give air to the trees
but they don’t understand that when pollution kills us
the air will be gone
and the surroundings will be dried
I am tired of this, tired that they can’t understand me
I had friends up in the sky
the plane, the birds and the other clouds.
I don't belong here.
Now with the smoke my belonging friends will be gone
but not only they but I will be gone
and will they understand what has happened
to the world? What has happened to my life?
Still there is hope
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