I wish I could be a cloud,
up in heaven.
Then I would not be longer so alone
in this wide world.
Other clouds were with me;
the wind would be our friend.
Not even before storms I would have to flee.
The storm would not be my enemy.
I looked down to the earth,
who lies under me fragile.
My tears fall on a large grave.
No flower is there the rain pours.
© S. Grimm
German language
