I wandered like a cloud
Floating over the rivers and hills.
At times pouring heavily down,
At times roaring out aloud!
No matter what shape and form,
With or without a silver line
I wandered wild and free all through the sky –
With enthusiasm, you just can’t deny!
I buzzed out with echoing hums
Through forests, gardens, flowers and buds!
At times watching the flowers kiss,
At times cherishing the colorful bliss!
When I danced and fluttered all over the lush,
I saw them wither; I saw them bloom!
Perhaps that’s the cycle of time –
Of the glee and gloom!
Whether I am the lonely cloud;
Or the rose’s scarlet mouth!
Whether I am the bee’s buzz;
Or a mere raindrop on the leaf!
Whether I am the hilltop;
Or the wave’s ebb and tide –
Mine is always a wonderful ride ~
In humility or compassion –
Or the carefree enthusiasm!
In the balance and wisdom –
Or just the eccentric vanity!
Mine has always been a wonderful ride
A ride through beauty with none by my side!