Wandering As A Cloud - Analogy (Quatrain)

Our lives are but clouds wandering across a sky Restlessly drifting along with a tempestuous wind Sometimes billowing puffed up sometimes thinned Or grey with darkened streaks of lightning flashing by They speed with no mercy in the jet stream high above Or labouring they shed their heavy load upon the soil With cymbals’ of crashing thunder they bubble and boil Yet with ageless beauty they’re looked on with love Like clouds our lives are full of wandering thoughts Those times we feel happy or pain or laugh or we weep We play and we work and make appointments we can’t keep Of winning the lottery a cheque ending one and six noughts And have dreams of wielding power prestige or of love But spare a thought for those with monotonous dread We all drift through this mortal life until we are dead And live in memories and history that once we were part of We are those wandering clouds in the heat of the day We start out as nothing just a few gentle wisps that grow Shaped by the wheel of fortune as fate takes a throw Then when our cloud evaporates we simply fade away