Cloudy Days

The white clouds cover that moon lit sky.
Where they slowly, gracefully pass on by.
And wonder when next they'll cry.
Their tears of pain to bring back life.

For this is worth their every pain.
That precious single drop of rain.
Where every living thing will gain.
And why are humans not the same?

Cause when one sits and hurts the most.
Many creatures laugh and boast.
Or save themselves straight to the coast.
Instead of helping those on posts.

For it isn't hard to take the time.
To compliment or simply chime.
Speak up, stand up, and talk out loud.
It isn't hard to be a cloud.