Sugarcane smoke of cloud

The grey smoke from heaven arrives
now and then into the blue skies
full of tiny droplets inside its shapeless form
That sugarcane smoke of cloud

A flash of thunder makes it visible
it is not as black as they say
yet it pours the sweetest fluid
ever known to our ambitious race

The playground is full of youth once again
happiness seeps into the lands,
touch of water vanquishes any pain
and that scent of earth steadies a brain

The sugarcane cloud is seen from a distance;
reflection of our own perception
architect of humanity,
an opaque obstacle in the day

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