Another Cloud

A sky full of clouds not choosing where the wind blows,

yet they follow and obey wherever it goes,

some clouds choose to leave the winds,

drop by drop they make amends.

Landing in a field of drought,

hoping for new life to sprout,

I feel as if my time is out,

now it is time to find my route,

I trickle through a place anew with light,

and there begins the tree of might.