I met a cloud today,

A whisper in the wind.

Who's traveled round the world,

To places I've never been.

Who could only wonder,

At god's final plan.

Was it to rape and plunder,

God's green and pleasant land.

Or is it more sinister than this,

He could smite us with one hand.

Maybe he can only see within us,

The only outcome, Man killing man.

The little cloud started crying,

No hope or love left only dispair.

For what some men make, 

Others are so jealous.

They can only destroy and take.

Over time the world could repair,

If in dignity man may live in harmony.

Whenever,  If he should choose,

To stop the slaughter God willing,

If mankind lives to destroy all of us will loose.

Glancing up towards god's little cloud,

Trying to be the saviour of all of us.

All the little clouds around the world

Start crying.

As mankind to himself becomes,

More poisonous all the time.

So why must we covet, Someone else's land.

When this world and surrounding planets,

Belong to all, Could we try to understand.

Before we kill our fellow man.

God wanted us to seed other planets,

That was his only plan.

He only hopes from killing we could refrain,

Then man could show god's little cloud.

The goodness you can do with a little rain.