World of Illusions

In a time long past, under a clear, endless blue sky,
There appeared the very first cloud, soft and high.
Its shadow fell over the land, mysterious and grand,
And the people below watched, unsure, from where they stand.
They whispered stories of its power, with a mix of awe and fear,
Not knowing, the cloud felt lonely, its heart unclear.

Feeling misunderstood, the cloud began to cry,
Shedding its first tears, the birth of rain from the sky.
From its sadness, rivers and oceans came to be,
Changing the land, filling every lake and sea.

As years went by, the world under it began to change,
Forests grew thin, and the air felt strangely strange.
But people learned to love the cloud, through sunny days and rain,
They sang to it, danced below it, in joy and in pain.
Yet, the cloud kept crying, its tears never did cease,
Now crying for the Earth, wishing it peace.

The cloud cries for more than itself, for the world it sees each day,
Its tears are a quiet call, hoping we'll find a way.
As we look up at the sky, the choice is ours to make,
Will we listen to the cloud’s sad song, and act for the Earth's sake?