Impermanence

Clouds tell a story
Imagine they are conscious
Happy ones gleaming in the sky
Sad ones, grey and gloomy, laden with sorrow
Large ones hovering above small groups
Massive ones swallowing small ones
Angry ones, red and flushed
tiny ones all alone floating
Whatever they appear to be
They all keep changing
And changing
And changing
Just like us
Changing from moment to moment
Let nothing cloud the fact of impermanence