Clouds

They are the clouds, drifting lazily across the sky, painting it with their soft hues of white and gray. They carry my daydreams from north to south, whispering secrets of the heavens as they pass by. They hide my sun, casting shadows that dance across the earth, creating a sense of mystery and wonder.

As they close my horizon, I am enveloped in their embrace, feeling their cool touch against my skin. They awaken my storms, stirring up emotions deep within me, causing a tempest to rage in my heart. But how shy they are, only carrying torrents of rain inside of me, cleansing my soul and nourishing the earth.

I watch in awe as they float effortlessly through the sky, a reminder of the beauty and power of nature. And in their gentle presence, I find peace and solace, knowing that even in the midst of chaos, there is always a calm that follows. The clouds are my companions, my confidants, my silent observers of the world below. And as they drift away, I am left with a sense of gratitude for their fleeting presence in my life.