I flew in a helicopter
I sat by the window,
And the clouds were low
The chopper barged into the clouds and we shook
Wow! Clouds! Why not touch one?
So I stuck my finger out of the air hole.
We barged into another cloud and shook.
I withdrew my finger:
No cloud matter,
No mist.
I felt nothing.
Yet my eyes saw them and the chopper shook.
Who can make something that is nothing?
How many more nothings are something?

Only God can and He makes something out of nothing. Great!