Wandering Cumulus Cloud

Sitting along my wandering thoughts,

I see the cloud, thinking what does it hold,

I see them racing towards its destined haze,

Forming breeze of cold and warm,

Giving shelter to a traveler unknown,

Giving calm to a scorched soul,

It was never if it was its goal,

Living bright without knowing its known,

Creating art on the canvas, the sky it's home,

I admire them all and I feel so small,

I know I am a human soul,

Sitting along my wandering thoughts,

I see the cloud, thinking what does it say,

Glowing bright in its plight of distant froth,

Reflecting rays of beauty and sun,

Saying you are mighty, I recognize you

I see you strong, O quite little human numb,

You are living bright without knowing you are known,

You admire my taints of grey and old,

Sitting under your blissful thoughts,

Having none, yet feeling it all,

I know you know, after all, you are a human soul,

I hear the clouds,

I see the thoughts,

Sitting here with my senses alone,

I feel the clouds as if my own,

Sitting along my wandering thoughts,

I count these Cumulus clouds, 

I see them, they seem alone.