Clouds That Come And Go
Clouds that come and go
Untold divine missions do
They carry out, without pause or falter
They our fates can certainly alter.
Clouds that gather up above
Do they ever wonder?
What do scurrying mortals matter?
When the heavens shatter?
Now and then clouds do go
Far above to hot unknown lands
The wonder, the surprise, the unabated joy
When they reply to uplifted hands.
Copyright: Rani Turton