Clouds

Clouds flew above cities.
Many souls flew among people.

“Good morning,” the clouds touched souls by a breath of fresh air.
“Good morning, beautiful clouds,” the souls answered them.
“People do not see you again?” The clouds asked souls sadly.
“People see nothing. They never notice the main things,”
the souls replied to the clouds,

“We fly among buildings in the streets.
We smile by rays of the sun.
We cry by drops of the rain.
We are alive in the city.
But we have no a home here.”

Clouds created a big transparent building by themselves,
“Please, come in, souls. You will always have the home here.”