Clouds Gentle clouds, you roam, Through the canvas of the blue, In your soft embrace, The skies find a place to dream.
Each drop you hold, Is a promise waiting to fall, In the arms of the soil, Life is born, again, anew.
- Léopold Sédar Senghor
Clouds Gentle clouds, you roam, Through the canvas of the blue, In your soft embrace, The skies find a place to dream.
Each drop you hold, Is a promise waiting to fall, In the arms of the soil, Life is born, again, anew.