Let me ask you about the clouds.

Floating in the abyss, all above –

are they just other beings?

Or do you feel the life within their souls?

 

Can you hear what the clouds say?

Can you feel what they feel?

Or are you yet another wanderer –

unknown to all these things?

 

Can you hear the thunder far away?

What do you think it is?

Just another burst of electricity

or is there turmoil deep within?

 

Can you see the clouds weep?

“Rain”, as it is, just a way of things.

But do you ever wonder the beginning –

the story behind the happenings?

 

Can you not hear their screams?

Or do you just hold no care,

for whatever they do is theirs

and for you, no problem that shall bear.

 

You say you “know” what the clouds are.

Flowing with the gust, existing like anything else

But have you forgotten? They too are like you – 

why don’t you just listen once to their true existence?

 

The clouds too are like you –

wishing to be heard, wishing to be understood

wishing that at least one of you

will look deep into their soul, far from the tag of “cloud”

 

Listen to their tears, truly listen

it’s not their “habit”, nor their show or act

they have way more in their soul than can hold,

more anguish than one can even start to fathom.

 

Just once, stop and hear them out.

Give them a shoulder to cry on,

let them feel that they truly do belong,

it is the one wish they’ve always yearned for.

 

Just once, look through their cloudy eyes.

I urge you to feel what they feel

and maybe then, you’ll understand

the truth that resides within their realm.