I was talk to the Clouds,
And I asked them, how
Can the Angels fly,
In a world without light?
And the Clouds asked me, Why?
Couldn’t I see them now?
Even though the sun,
Has gone down?
And then,
The Wind blew away
All the words the Clouds had to say.
And we began,
A new
Conversation.
I was talking to the Wind,
And I asked him how
Could the Wind sing,
If he had no mouth?
Then the Wind asked me why,
Couldn’t I hear him howl?
Couldn’t I hear him,
Whispering with the Tree’s right now?
And then,
The Rain came pouring down,
Washing out the songs of the wind.
And we began,
A new
Conversation
I was talking to the Rain,
And I asked her how?
Could she flow all the way,
From the Mountain, to the Mouth?
And the Rain asked me why?
Couldn’t I Carve my path?
Couldn’t I feel her flow,
Carving the way home?
And then,
My Mom flew in
Through the Clouds, and the Rain, and the Wind.
And I said,
“Goodbye,
For now.”