changing clouds

Look up darling, what is that you find?
fragments of heaven floating in the sky….
cotton candies for the little angels of high
oh that etheral beauty, that paint the blue sky white…
even that beautiful thing , changes shape and size
to engage the sky gazers, with a beautiful sight..
sometimes that mass of glorious white
has it own share of dark times…
they scream thunders and they also cry..
the rain that showers down ,on a cold winter night….
even the clouds that are always high
feel the anguish and part by part die
so its okay to feel broken and fake a smile ..
its ok if u cant stand… its ok to run and hide…
but remember oh dear…the water that comes down do revert in time
the clouds might now be gone , but they’ll soon climb
up the rivers and lakes, the seas far and wide
into that majestic mass , behind which the sun can hide…
yes darling! they had a dark night
but remember , they held on and put up a fight..
change is inevitable, sometimes makes us blind
that we dont see that the beauty’s on the other side….