Cloud Is Beautiful To Behold

Yesterday, as I was working

while listening to some favourite music,

I looked up through the large window

and saw

there was a delicate grey layer

of soft cloud

moving quietly to cover the blue sky.

A fluffy white patch

was shining sadly and sweetly,

gentle inner workings unknowable.

The atmospheric sadness passed overhead,

a tragic reminder, for preparedness.

Fluffy grey blanket,

I watch fine fibres stretching,

like linking hands, friends.

Suddenly the grey cloud darkens –

there’s an edge, strength, power,

and the breeze quickens

but the heavy cloud lingers above.

Cloud is majestic,

beautiful and fascinating

because it displays extremes.

It is impossible for man

to control the weather.

Don’t hold it in contempt.