The cloud that lied.

A pencil can make a thin line

In comparison to a 🌳 tree

There’s great danger to a tree falling 

On or near to you by chance 

A pencil can create the auctions exhibit 

A tree feels all the changing clouds

Now clouds and people differ season to season 

No scarfs no snow oh yes people lie

Lie about what, yes deceiving us

About what is behind those clouds

Yes they are within beyond the silent clouds

But save all the weather man comes

And pencil ✏️ in hand.