The ever-shifting parapets
Of water vapour tall
Condense over a shadowed land
To form the now king’s hall
A week ago Cirrus had reigned
Above a vast domain
But now all that is left of him
Are puddles from the rain
And Nimbus ruled the yonder hills
For years before he fell
But now all that is left of him
Is running in the dell
The noble Cumulus had come
From far across the sea
A voyager from distant heights
To claim his sovereignty
But allied he with Nimbus and
Though with great sound and light
Unceasing wind would vanquish them
Without even a fight
And so the peoples wander on
Regardless of who rules
To build their churches, towns, and homes
Their hospitals and schools
The fickle tyrants shake their fists
But they are doomed to fall
Their kingdoms last but for a while
But fate will come for all