Dark side of the Moon.
When little clouds get rough at play
and sometimes block each other's way
like stubborn children in the sky,
frustration mounts, they start to cry.
They bump their heads with quite a smack.
The growl until the thunders crack.
They cry in anguish, cry in pain;
till all the world is filled with rain.
Loving parent, bound from birth,
Mother Nature soothes the Earth.
She brings up light to paint the frown;
a colorful smile that's upside down.
A sign that signals "all is right"
and gives the world a face that's bright;
a bow for two that binds their lease
inspires the coulds to play in peace.