Not knowing much about much I wonder about the clouds and such Wanting to understand their ways Closer to the sky these days Having their ways here where I have found When it rains the clouds always Come down all the way bow to the ground The sky comes down embracingly When it falls without a sound Crowding round the clouds bend down to touch Tops of mountains then down the hills Cloudbound all around the valley fills When the sky falls and comes to be Down here on the ground with me Steven Curtis Lance