I am the voice of the clouds I dont speak. I watch and wait and listen for my cue.

It summons strength from thousand mile tours into every molecule I am forced wildly Im thrown from branch to cinder or dust of breath from every splendor torn to rise above the earth and find a home if only for the portion of an afternoon before again I tumble to the floor but if there is a reason and a choice I wander there where everything makes turns and splatter good to everyone who knows that silver is more precious far than gold illuminates what darkness only hordes to be whatever children want of form