--THE FLOATING COTTON--
Clouds are the symbolism of tranquility, unity and adjustment. This poem here symbolises and emphasizes on the beauty of the clouds and how they teach us something new with their omnipresence.
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Those hays of cotton in the limitless skies,
Peeping down upon the Earth as angelic spies,
Wander with symphony among their billow,
Insouciant of this world like a kingly Camillo.
Endowed with to change from white, to red, to royal blues,
With passing time, they lived with the beautiful hues.
In the tranquil skies, they softly glide,
In a harmonious dance, no storms to chide.
They bear the key to storms, to thunder and lightning so mighty,
Yet they bring beauties of joy, through snows and rains on the earthly tree.
Sometimes dark the storms they bring,
Other times, they float in peace around the light ring.
They dance, they move, they sway.
Fearless of the time that may go astray.
Those beings sway with each other in symphony,
Then why not we?
