Happenstance With Above Poem by Madelene Calalo

The misty clouds of the evening sky
look down on the silent earth tonight.

On the verge of searching for goodness in life,
the clouds decide to test man's might.

Down below they spot one lone being
who walks through a road only he was taking.

The clouds send forth the rains so hard
with gushing winds that tormented the man's heart.

Pale he became and to his knees he has bent.
The clouds then dismayed, saw no good in men.

Though many times the man has tried
to stand once more and prove his might,
Still the clouds were convinced that nothing they will see
from this poor human being whose life was not worthy.

Pity they were for this weak lonely being
And pity it is that the clouds were not thinking.
That they slapped on his face sharp winds of despair
and lightnings so hard; the man's life be seared!

What the clouds failed to see
that the man was full of glee
despite the challenges
the clouds would set free


Oh, how the clouds had cried
To see the goodness in life
but unfortunately,
prejudice was rife

And the man...poor man..
Cursed the heavens so badly
As a thunderbolt swallowed
the man's now lifeless body