The Philosophy Of Cloud

J Jim Yerman Jim Yerman
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On my walk this morning a tiny cloud caught my eye And I found myself stopping to watch it on its trip across the sky. It seemed a little shaky at first…not much movement there at all… until, encouraged by a breeze, that cloud began to crawl. As it moved it started changing…I suppose that's what clouds do. And as it changed that tiny cloud…grew…and grew…and grew. In what seemed like but a moment that cloud was fully grown And I saw it glide across the sky…floating on its own. Then, as quickly as it all began…sooner than expected I must say I watched what was once a tiny cloud…quietly float away. This is the way time works I sighed as I calmly watched it go… For it was not the same cloud I had discovered a moment ago… Yes this is the way time works I smiled as the sun began to glow Knowing I was not the same man I was a moment ago. Knowing how time can quickly change a tiny cloud on its trip across the sky… Knowing an entire lifetime can seem to pass in the twinkling of an eye.

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