Now clouds white as want in the aquatic skies,
May look carefree and zealous when making their byes,
But powdered up high,
Glissading on the air,
Always moving on their way…
Losing downward stare.
Can be hard to keep energetic tempers,
Which makes them so radiant: gives them endures.
Aimlessly tossed about,
Pushed to constant new unknown,
That will soon be a stop on,
Their wandering-road throne.
Devout of a home.
Reassure their eminence,
In the vast sky-seas.
K. Aldaya, 2/8/05
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://dreamatico.com/cloud/6/