The Cloud

Floating in a crystal sky
Made from ice and water, she
Goes drifting elegantly by
Moving very airily

Soft as lace, untouchable
Going where the wind does blow
Her beauty is infallible
Though we can never tell her so

Dazzling white will fade to grey
But her beauty’s undiminished
Her tears fall through the rainy day
Her substance sadly all but finished.

© Jenny Walker