The Messengers of the Gods

The clouds see everything 

Happening as they lie 

Above, like a blanket 

Lying over the sky 

The clouds are the messengers 

Of the gods above 

As they gaze down below  

They see the anger, the sorrow 

As they breathe their gentle breath softly

Upon the earth underneath

They beckon from above to us  

And their voices call ‘listen’, our knowledge we shall bequeath

And their quiet whispered words

Tell a frightening tale

Of a fated world

Will we listen, or will humanity fail?