Clouds

Clouds moving in a slow dance

The kind face of a man becomes a smiling child

Then whisps away to a silver blob

Moods reflected in colours

The dark blue grey of despair

The bright bright white of a promised tomorrow

A reminder that nothing stays the same

A man, arms outstretched, offering growth - transforms to a ribbony streak.

Change is in the air and this blueness too will fade.

The heart, it’s heavy of late,

But a long drawn out moment with the clouds rings it with silver.

And there is hope.

Time to join the dance, and see all the shades of grey. They too are beautiful.