The clouds and the forests, a love affair.

The clouds and the forests, a love affair. 

Clouds are meant to be in the sky. 

So what if they wander or pass by?

Does it mean the forests lose their view?

Do they not deserve the clouds too?

Both deserve each other’s grace,

beyond the limits of time and place;

beyond what society tries to arrange;

an illusion built to keep people in place.  .

There’s something deeper and something true,

that’s felt by clouds and forests too.

Even if they don’t fit in the society's narrow frame,

they know their truth and they don't need fame.

The forests wait for clouds above. 

The clouds return for vapor’s love.

Though unseen now by society’s eyes,

one day their bond will open people's inner eyes.

What stays forever, who can say?

Those stuck in boxes fade away.

They suffocate to keep things right,

but miss the joy and pure delight.

So what if they make the world feel pleased?

They stay alive but with hearts that go on without ease. 

What of the happiness that can’t be seen,

but feels so real, so true and so keen?

Does it hold no value at all?

Is it impractical after all?

They’ll never know what dreamers have set to find 

and what the feelers and the visionaries bind.

It doesn’t matter how long it will last. 

Time is an illusion, future and past.

Only now is true.

That's where the clouds and the forests rule.

The villagers hide in fear,

as they can't grasp the sounds they hear. 

They can only watch our forests and clouds 

dance to the howls of the wolves. 

Let society chase the ghost of tomorrow,

a shadow that only deepens their sorrow.

The clouds and forests thrive in the now,

whispering secrets as they wow them now! 

For only the now is true, only the now is real.

Nothing else can one command or feel.

Take care of the now with all your soul,

and it will guide your steps without a toll.

All this, the clouds and the forests teach. 

They neither make a speech,

nor do they build a cage. 

Their life alone fills every page.