clouds of hope

Hope drifts by, a wisp of cloud on high,
A fleeting guest in the vast blue sky.
It dances light where wings do soar,
A transient shade that promises more.

Though swift it glides, like dreams of flight,
It harbors rain, the giver of life's light.
From ether realms, it weeps its tears,
Suckling life on earth as it appears.

This cloud, though brief, a cycle it completes,
From sky to soil, in tender, soft repeats.
It nurtures seeds that in the darkness wait,
For hope, like rain, shapes our fate.