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    • Jan 1, 2020
    • 1 min read

The Cloud Said

(age 12)

I am silent in the sky as the wind sings a symphony in my ears.

I am a listener to the vibrant green trees that press against the sky.

I am keeper of the grand waltz of the oceans.

I have heard the hushed murmurs of whispering children as they trade me secrets.

I have offered an ear to the sun with her fiery roars.

I am the key of utterances promised to be quiet.

I can tell you the secrets of the world, but I am locked in an inky promise.



[performed at nature poetry event, Litquake]

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