The Cloud is loaded like an eighth month pregnant woman carrying a heavy load.

She is awaited to make a meal for her children and comfort to her Lord. 

The sky is weighed down with technology making it a store.

All digital materials find themselves in the Cloud lore. 

This storage groans just like the ozone layer. 

It is so tired after 90 minutes play of a football player. 

One day it is going to fall down with the heaviest thud. 

No wonder rain has been delayed from the world like nard.

The internet like a thorn bites deep in the Cloud. 

Plenty swims in it not the world Web so wide.

Dumping from the ground has escalated to air. 

No wonder it groans with worry and despair. 

Am scared as cryptocurrency swings into full flare.

Strife beckons as Web 3.0 swings in the fare. 

One day it is going to fall down with the heaviest thud. 

No wonder rain has been delayed from the world like nard.

Fools do not worry but are excited with much profit. 

Every man fights to get something to damp even if not fit. 

We have been blinded with foolish investments. 

To gain money brings too many experiments

We are dead to the cries of our environment.

The world is raped with malicious rapers for enjoyment.

One day it is going to fall down with the heaviest thud. 

No wonder rain has been delayed from the world like nard.