Cloud ~ a poem ~

by Meru S.

A breathtaking view lies below me

As I drift effortlessly above blanketed mountains.

I am surrounded by my kind;

We cling together as one.

We meander for hours,

Sometimes days,

Gently propelled by the wind.

Often, we wander apart, each sent our own ways,

Yet, never am I alone.

I scud across the skies,

Caress the crags,

Skim the slopes,

Drift along dales.

I am the daughter of the sea—

I fall to her, and she nourishes me.

I am the child of the sun—

I cool him, and he lifts me.

I am the sister of the breeze and the gale—

Though I tease them, they touch and move me.

I am a wisp,

A streak,

A pillow,

A puff,

One and many.

I am the frigid drear of November;

I am the comfort of the twelfth month.

I am the bringer of life

And a forewarning of death.

I enkindle the warmth of creation

And incite the chill of destruction

I am droplets,

I am drizzle,

I am the six-sided scintilla

Of delight and despair.