Cold dew

“How do you feel?”
The sky asked clouds in the night.

“We are tired of flying along your soul,”
they answered to the sky.
“We are going to fly to the earth,”
they continued.

“It is a sad long way. You will be changed by it,”
the sky warned them.

The clouds did not listen to the words of the sky.
They were flying to the earth by drops of rain.

Flowers kissed them.
Leaves of high trees opened their green hearts to them.
The earth became wet.

“How do you feel?”
The sky asked the clouds in the early morning.

And many new little flowers laughed at this question
by the beautiful cold dew.