People are Clouds

People are clouds

As they conglomerate together

Some remain lightweight 

Others draw heavy

Looking with their collected days

Some color sour

To disappear in no sun and in no rain

They loom round the ground

Clinging to trees

Others sag and seep

They vomit their sorrows on the earth

Drowning the grass

Overflowing the waters

Muddying arid sand

Killing the bugs and creatures below them

Some still cry

Singe their mist

Gracing the leaves

Mixing the ground and sky

Few fade in sun

In unforgiving heat

Unfulfilled and unconsummated

White fading clear

Most drear across the sky

Covering the sun

Showing off different gray hues

Disappear in no sunny day

In no shower

As one night falls, the clouds

Stir aimlessly in the sky

Where some shall live,

Most shall die

Merely touching the ground

Others pour their essence

The ground shall drown, shall starve, shall burn, shall wait