At noontime I bask in the heavenly sun
Across which lustrous clouds run
But when the clouds combine as one
My compatriots swiftly turn and run
But the clouds are merely drifting water
Penetrable by so much as a feather
So while others flee I am not bothered
As I waltz through the devious weather
For the mountains on the horizon are but water vapor
I whistle as I await their forthcoming taper…