#poetry #art

Men are like clouds, so high in the sky,
Driven forth by an unseen, mysterious wind,
Unable to resist its might so strong,
For it is beyond their feeble strength.
Though they laugh at the clouds so weak,
They know not the power of the wind that they seek.

For a thousand times more powerful than the wind in the sky,
Is the one that moves their feet, and bids them fly.
So though they laugh at their peers in the sky,
They must accept the power of the wind that passes by.

Though they feel in control, and think themselves so bold,
They know not of the wind that drives them, so cold.
Though they may seem so proud and tall,
They are but clouds, blown by the wind that guides them all.
