Clouds

Clouds
-E.Webb

clouds express the mood of nature,
showing the worlds alive,

 white cotton-wool in the serene blue,
instils a calm with its soothing hue ,
through image , of the eye, this calm grows in you too

Temperate tempers can grow into more,
shown in a cloud of ashen ore,
These are clouds that break through a norm,
and change cotton wool to a blackened form.

All of nature bows to this might 
and changes a calm into anticipated fright,
It growls and bites with lightening strikes, with one smite all alights. 

Even this anger can deepen at a core 
and hence forth grow the devils claw
any these fingers give a stroke, is covered in the dark of deaths black cloak.

bringer of death a cloud can be, 
yet there is a bigger picture to what we see,

without the smite of a forked light, 
forma would no longer grow toward the light,

an earth withdrawn of a cloud made drink,
would turn into great dunes of pummelled rock,
and forever stop the living clock.

Forgiven they are, the wonderers afar,
as friends of life are what they are,
they to have to pay deaths wage,
and although rare so do in grey rage,
Though given with warning to below,
by form of cloud and all it will bestow.
So pay attention to our meandering friends,
and ensure this friendship never ends