Like a little cloud

Sometimes I feel much like a cloud,

For all to see,

But quite on the periphery,

Floating along, to far to touch,

Able to turn the best days into the worst of luck,

Or the sun into pinky hues,

Whatever my day ends up like,

I wish I am sunshine for you,

Not floating aimlessly in your hemisphere,

Not blocking the warmth of Mother Nature in all her demure,

Not being the ‘oh no, there goes the sun’ on the days you feel content,

with the surroundings, with your thoughts, your mind and heart, I hope your life is filled with good clouds, fluffy and sweet, full of art.