When It was Cloud Maiden

 * A Point in Time *

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When It was Cloud Maiden

Little Cloud Maiden

Soft and gentle

Tiny hands in clasp

Tiny feet curled

Cradled warm in bed.

 Wind blows loud

Trees are bare

All is quiet and cold

But, little Cloud Maiden,

Winter soon will give way

to spring

For you little Cloud Maiden

All will be flowers soon

All will be sun again

Cheeky chirping birds

Calling awake

Your merry little self

Grow, little Cloud Maiden

Grow gentle and sweet

Grow with the flowers

Grow with love.

*Sydney, July 1981