Life Cycle of a Storm Cloud
Stratospheric Pressure
It was young
Life was steamy
Condensed into a cloud
That cloud,
Young and dreamy,
Never dreamt much out loud
It let it build up
It grew dark
It grew dreary
The weight of the burden had made it go weary
Year over year the dreams turned to fear
and it buried itself amongst other such cloud
so that voices that told him "you're bad" weren't so loud
"Hello there my friend," came a voice from above
"Forgive my portend, but I'm not going to lie,
I think you've been building up quite a good cry
Let it out, come on up, and I'll give you some love"
So the cloud cried
before it started to blub
It started to change, became wispy and clear
"You never belonged in the troposphere"
Dream all your dreams, let them soar
Let them fly
The pain and the burden will loose
By and by
Once you've let go of all of that fear
You'll be bouncing around in the atmosphere
You cannot avoid the joy or the sorrow
Live for today and not for tomorrow
About the Creator
Amos Glade
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Clouds representative of humans... I never thought about it, but it's uplifting to read it. Thank you for writing and sharing this, Amos. Into the atmosphere we go, haha. And loved that last line; if we're always thinking of tomorrow, we'll never enjoy today.