The clouds are large like galleons on the sea
The sails are rounded swimming on the blue
The earth seems small and humble company
Some take fright and into dark they flee
Blinded by the size,ignored the clue
The clouds are whipped like icecream into goo
I see a dream that hangs high on a tree
A crow stands on its head, the small birds rue
~The earth seems small ,unreal yet company
God wrote us a letter,that is key
We staggered to the fire,we burned with glee
The clouds disguise the sin of our envy
The dying god hangs through eternity
Shall he be raised, shall we his promise see?
The earth seems small and humble company
Oh, do not let us kill the sacred tree
Fragmented it wlll split the Trinity
The clouds are beads upon a rosary
The Cross beseeches.words are heresy
