Ode to a Cloud

Oh, billowy wanderer of the boundless sky,

In realms above, you gracefully fly,

A canvas of dreams where the birds soar free,

A dance of beauty, for all to see.

From wisps of white to hues of gray,

You paint the heavens in your own way,

Ever-changing, you take various forms,

An artist of nature, amidst thunderstorms.

You play hide-and-seek with the golden sun,

Softening its rays, when the day is done,

In your embrace, the moon finds its rest,

A celestial cradle, where stars are blessed.

You shed tears of joy upon the earth,

A life-giving rain, of immeasurable worth,

And when the storm clouds gather near,

Your lightning and thunder evoke both awe and fear.

Oh, cloud, you teach us to let go,

To drift with the wind, a transient flow,

In your fleeting presence, we find release,

A reminder that life's impermanence brings peace.