We are on high. Cloud 9. Grown from the depths of down. We are stronger now. Fresh, we gain the strengths from the sea. Life from the breeze. As rain recollects and the clouds, Yes , the clouds. Re-nourish to cleanse. For every colour that shines after would make a mark in the sky. Staining the vast blanket of earth. Every drop of that colour drips onto our lives. We watch from where we reside. The growth of every man and woman and child. We are stronger now.