Clouds

As I gaze upon the morning sky, I notice these objects passing by. So shapeless is the object I see, how it floats around in the sky so free. Like the smoke from a factory, they are somewhat puffy, light in mass, and seem quite fluffy. A source in the air where water is found, picked up from the oceans, and precipitated to the ground. It floats through the air night and day, white in color when formed, but later turned gray. They come in many sizes, shapes or forms, standing through any kind of weather or storm. The human race, we are alike in many ways, because just like them, we are raised, drift through life, go through storms, and eventually fade away.