By Jonathan Marino
Do you see the clouds?
Do you see them like me?
Different shapes, patterns.
No more different than you or I
I see hopes and dreams in that cloud
You see failure and demise there
Now I'm the cloud and I look down to Earth and see what you saw
But, when you're the cloud you see what I saw
Looking to the sky we can't share an opinion
We are so much different, despite friends.
Yet, we share so much, what makes us different?
Is it our view of the sky
Or the view below?