You may know not,
For I'm a cloud,
To admire you from up afar,
To shelter you from the scotching sun.
I have nothing to offer but a shade,
Or maybe a little gentle rain.
You may know not,
For I'm a cloud,
Neither having a fixed form,
Nor certain of my headings.
And as the winds carry me on,
I hope to leave not even a shadow
Except a memory of that cloudy day ...