I wish my next life as a cloud
Floating between heaven and ocean
Granting sun and chasing storms
Soaring above the land
I can take any form
Fly, glide, hover
A newborn artist of water and sky
Free of laws except those of air
Where I’ll make ready for
Visitors from the far unfathomable
These stunning invisible invaders
New owners of our sky
From high up I will keep watch
On my many dead friends
Packed tight in our cross-topped ground
We are still soldiers
But cannot win this fight