The clouds of crisis will disappear

The clouds of crisis will disappear,

A bird, thinking this,

Infuses energy into its wings,

Determined to cross these dark clouds.

Thinking that beyond these clouds,

There will be a sky of happiness, a paradise-like earth.

But the clouds also had wings and intentions.

Now, there was a competition between the bird and the clouds.

The competition was one-sided, the bird lost.

The bird remained lost for a few days amidst those dark clouds.

Then, it flew away piercing the clouds forever.