The trust cloud
When the cry came up to the skies
the tears no longer stain the papers
when it’s time to let go
I looked at the cloud
Why are the clouds always there
Did the clouds make up to always be by my side?
Do the clouds like to hear any stories?
There’s one day I decided to breathe in and out
To help ease my mind
And looked up to the sky
And see what the clouds do up there?
How funny, but I never asked to do it the same way
Whenever I looked up, the clouds greeted me in their own way — sometimes bright against a clear blue sky.
Sometimes it shows grey, like it’s getting ready to give a string of storms.
But I like to see it the way the clouds want to do
The clouds sometimes do the same way as I am —
Whenever I need to sob, it always shows a bit darker — might tell me to empathize.
Whenever I feel mad or even anxious, the clouds show the tiny rainbow — might tell me that there is a way or the “ are you okay” word
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I never thought that I would be so happy to see the clouds
Even though I’m always on the ground, the clouds might be up in the skies
But the clouds show the way themselves
But the clouds show themselves to tell me something
That maybe still in a mysterious way
But happy to meet the clouds
Someday I might be sitting or up above near the clouds
I am glad the clouds came up without forcing themselves to stay white
Sometimes I gave the clouds space, so rain came to the earth, and I felt the rain too to empathize with the clouds
The trust I once carried on the ground…
I gently placed it among the clouds.
The trust cloud.
