Clouds - a poem

I wrote this poem a long time ago when a teacher asked me to write something for the school newsletter. It didn't get in eventually, but I still remember it. Let me know what you think.

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Clouds

Why do clouds exist ?

Some days when I have time

I look out of windows in search of a rhyme

I now see the clouds and wonder why

Is it that they so coolly pass us by?

Though I had to cudgel my brains to find explanations,

Here they are listed for your convenience

But before you read them, know this:

Science was not considered while making this list

I thought this was a more interesting way to pass my time

So please don’t consider this omission a crime

(Well here goes: )

First, when clouds pass by

and hide the sky

Do they say that heaven’s bright light must

Always be hidden from us?

Second, do they mock us as they go

That there will always be something we don’t know?

Do they warn us, when life seems to have paused

That we must stop grieving because

Life will go on?

Do clouds with their never-ending patterns and shapes

Show us the beauty of nature and the things she makes?

Do clouds try to show us with their changing form

That life, while moving, should be changing along ?

(Also that adaptability,

Is a useful ability)

While I would like to write more,

I must restrict the length

Because this poem is the for the newsletter,

and not something I meant

to do. So thank you clouds for helping me when

I needed inspiration and picked up my pen!

 - Charu