cloud-like..

i chose to be the clouds instead of the sun,

for it constantly move and travels with the wind..

forming shapes and sizes, for eyes to see,

but still a cloud, obviously me..

opens the light in dark areas of the land,

as well as the shade for hot spots..

the sky is clear as i may not be visible,

i did not left the sky, just too thin to see..

not all the time that i can smile,

still need to release my heavy burdens..

cry as rain fall, sometimes as storm,

but brings refreshment to drying hearts of land..

most of the time, none seems to notice,

im just somewhere in your lives..

waiting for you to see, appreciate,

and meet the cloud-like me..

just tried to compose a poem with a touch of me.. :]