How Clouds Came To Be

 
In the days when the Sun and the Moon were lovers,
 they rose and fell like two boats on a tide. 
 
An envious god said to the Sun, 
You are not so pleasant to look upon as your Lover. 
She is silver and fair while you are red and ugly. 
Is it any wonder those who look at you turn away?  
 
 The angry Sun burst into flames.  
The Moon, unable to bear the flames, fled.  
 
The man in the Moon is the reflection of the Sun's face
in her own as she gazes at him 
from the dark side of the Earth. 
 
The clouds in the sky are tears that fall from her eyes. 
 
And the wind that blows them
from one end of the earth  to the other? 
That is the envious god sighing. 
 

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