Clouds are like little fish
Swimming in a vast, deep ocean,
Floating through the eternity of sky.

Swept along by the softest breeze,
They never die—
What a wonderful life.

Drifting across the world,
Sometimes they whisper gently,
Other times they roar with storms.

Born in Asia,
They die in Europe.

They freeze in the Himalayas
And melt above the deserts.