Cloud


High in the sky, silently I float,
The mountains tear and shear my grace,
Torment myself, and I bring rain,
To nourish the ground, to sprout the seed.

The golden Sun and the emerald ocean,
Together they brew the magnificent potion,
Upon the azure bed with no motion
Till I prime to burst with emotion.

From whence I come, thence I go
My life is this, and happily so
All this been my destiny lo,
From whence I do not care to know...!

It is all His grace and go
That runs the Universe Mill,
I too am His insignificant till
He is All, everything His will.

(By: Khan, BA)