The Cloud

In the vast everlasting sky,

There was a cloud, white and bright;

A mixture of various elements,

Kindling a virtuous sprite...

She could make up tonnes of shapes,

From chubby cheeks to a squeezed grape;

The moody nature wasn't that right,

But always tend to improve her might...

Her thunderous voice generated storms,

Frightened the sailors sailing tight;

Tears led to heavy downpour,

Even the sun couldn't pass his light...

Hiding her anger and frustration within,

She craved nights and nights;

Till the moment she found a friend,

The moon sitting just above her height...

The alliance had its own pacts,

The union was an unexpected delight;

Calmness and coldness of the moon,

Used to cut short the upheaval slight...

Moon used to hide behind her,

He had an emotional orbit;

Rays of light arriving from the thunderhead,

Inspired a prepossessing sight...

The moon is always present there,

Varying its shape, hidden in sunlight;

The cloud nourishes him with care,

This friendship is a beauty in disguise...