I see clouds gather

The clouds turn grey,
Seems pregnant with message,
Hanging heavy with a feel and purpose.
Tis these clouds which gathered in '63,
Yes '63,If +254 is the code
Then clouds did gather,
Men women and even children knew its time.
What with the yellowing of the sun as it set.
What with the early unusual rising of the sun.
It was clouds gathering,
Passing a message to whoever cared to note
Oblivious to whoever cared not,
because then it was like a sign from far
and all at once change came.
A nation is incomplete without culture,
Without the sharp conscious of its people,
Without books from where they would read,
and quench the thirst of knowledge in their souls.
But all of a sudden clouds gather.
People realise that the farms are theirs to till
Children realise books make them cleverer.
The faint hearted realise their tattered souls 're a burden.
And the old turn back,
And use their wisdom over the years to educate the young.
And so through a seamless chain of effort,
Culture is established,
And a nation is planted in dignified ground.
When i see these things happen,
I know that clouds are gathering,
And i know that one day we will gather at freedom square,
And sing the song of our culture,
And alongside -hum to the song of freedom,
That makes us one and no different from each other.