Forced to the ground once the abjection of its dream becomes too much to bear

A cloud empties its-self upon the ground an imposition to those who care

It is treaded upon without so much as a thought

A word is rarely spared towards the beauty of its presence or the blessings it has brought

In these moments it is still, motionless

The same caress others receive complacently to it is freeing

The fleeting embrace of light is sweet and becomes its ecstasy

It does in deed crave to be with that which loves it acceptedly

It is reborn in this love and its spirits begin to lift

It leaves behind the dissuasion instilled in its prior existence

It climbs higher to give back the sun’s gift

Eternally locked in its quest for the sun’s lips

Written as Guey2 On Gspoetry.com