Clouds

Just watch,
The caravan of clouds on the move.
Their pace now may quicken, now slow.
Don’t remove your gaze,
The grays, the whites, the forms can change,
Disappear quickly.
No lone sun,
No rainbow or rain,
No sudden rush of pitch black clouds.
Look at the opposite hills and the sea;
With the clouds, witness their harmony.
Watch, just watch.

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