The clouds drifted over the mountains,
hiding their rounded tips in fluffy
white
overlooking forests bordered by the
sea,
a vast infinite expanse beyond the
horizon.
In a little town by the water,
people scramble to prepare weddings, –
and funerals –
as the clouds pass indifferently above.
Their unseen eyes witness vastness,
under which we are but specks,
grains of sand on a vibrant desert,
leaves on a forest canopy.
When the clouds finally descend
in a flurry of water droplets,
they fall when and where they must,
regardless of the needs of the leaves.
-Zero
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