CLOUDS

 

CLOUDS CLOUDS CLOUDS CLOUDS CLOUDS

When I hear the words clouds, I look up,

Such a beautiful sight to behold,

I read a post “BE LIKE THE SNOW, COLD AND BEAUTIFUL”

And I kept wondering? Why be cold?

Why not be a beauty that surpasses all beauty,

Be like the clouds,

It stays up there and accepts whatever we throw at it,

It accepts everything, whatever you throw at it.

Be it rockets, jets, airplanes, smoke fumes, bombs fumes, garbage fumes, poisonous gases, missiles aimed at destructions,

It accepts them all, we never can tell if it gets hurts,

But we sure can see how it changes colours from beautiful white to dark.

But guess what, each new thing you throw at it just moulds it into something more beautiful that the world loves to look at

It gathers back together and there it is again, another figure so beautiful

It forms the little child with a pipe, the lion wearing a ribbon, the man throwing up a baby, the woman riding a little cloud, you can just decode whatever you want.

And when it gets angry, it gets fed up, the dark appears, it doesn’t explode, or disappear, it rains, and we all scamper for shelter.

But thereafter, its back to being happy, it even lets the sun shine through it.

Another beautiful sight to behold,

AND THEN I REMEMBER THE QUOTE AGAIN……….

But haven’t we all seen the snow fade away?

The snow is beautiful yh, but it melts away.

THE CLOUD IS ALSO BEAUTIFUL, BUT IT NEVER LEAVES…… NEVER…….

Just saying ;) :D

SIR EZELE

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