Cool Whistles

Hark, a whistle on high,
A sweet, cool chirp from the clouds above,
Those clouds that shine on the human race,
Illuminating souls and lives outright,

Yet, in the darkness and shadows lay the filth,
The ogres of the night, the demons of earth,
These are the glowless beings,
The ones who not-hearken cool whistles.
Yet the whistle continues from on high,
In the hope one day all may glow forever.

Fun and interesting poem. I like the metaphor behind it. Maybe you should add rythum and rephrase the last line in the first stanza and the first line in the second stanza. I don't think the first line of the second stanza fits very much at all with the rest of the poem.