The Cycles Of A Cloud Poem by Bradley Flowers

At first I'm obscure
Thus, I'm precreation
At the stand still of time
Soon to speak my mind

When I'm creating
I'm Building, waiting to amass
The world is my sphere,
My playground beloved

Don't mistake me for a friend
I pour upon the land when sad
I strike, bring fear and bring down
Hurt that devastates land when mad

When I break and tame
I'm timid with tint that fades
I'm looked at beautifully
Relief to be adored

When I'm relaxed I'm mosaic
I make images of creation
For the masterpiece of painters
Not to mock but rather conduct

When I'm tired, you may notice
I often zig-zag with laze
Spreading to the distant
the sparse; ending to sleep

To this wonderful world
forced to Endure
I feel and fawn
For you I call you
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