September 2, 2011

  • To be a Cloud

                                                                        

     

                                                                          

    Oh to be a cloud!

    To simply float so high above.

    Not to have to feel the pain

    Of life; of loss; of love.

    Oh to be a cloud!

    To just drift across the sky.

    To look down and watch

    And wait as time slips by.

    Oh the sights that they must see.

    The things they are witness to

    As they continue their gentle glide

    Floating across the open blue.

    Sometimes looking so majestic,

    Like mountains in the sky, they soar.

    Other times, just a narrow wisp,

    Vanishing, to be seen no more.

    In silence they trek on

    Nothing escaping their watchful eye

    Without feelings, they look down

    Simply observing you and I.

    Impartial, with no emotion

    Having no feelings at all

    Only doing what is required:

    Collecting water, then letting it fall.

    They never have to shed a tear

    Or release a disappointed sigh

    Over what they see on earth

    As they glide on by.

    But maybe my perspective’s wrong

    As life has lately helped me see

    And if a cloud could talk to us

    Perhaps his thoughts would really be:

    “Oh to be a human!

    Not to have to float so high above

    Just to be able to feel the joy

    Of life; of laughter; of love!”

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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