Clouds

Kiara Vestigium

 

As soft as a wing
Colourful as spring
Golden on the edges
Often found in patches

 

Never here to last
The wind blows too fast
Soon they'll be gone
Always on the run

 

Painting the sky with arts
As the sunset starts
Washed away by darkness
As the first star sparkles

 

But in the morning light
When everything gets bright
Their art will show again
And make you happy then