Clouds

Why do the lonely clouds cry.
Gray in color as they pass by.
Some linger and ponder
While bullets hail from heaven
And I can’t help but wonder
If they will quickly pass
Or rather stay the seven
As nature withers and lie
I wonder, why do lonely clouds cry.
Though light is no stranger
Critical is its appearance near danger.
It’s entrance like an angel on a dark day
To musk the bitter stench of silver gray.
But temporary is her stay
As to the abyss it gives way
Returns the lonely clouds in the sky
As I wonder, why do lonely clouds cry.

By Philip Ossai