Roaming

Black shoddy clouds, you float and move like a vagabond

The  Sun and Moon have a symmetry, unlike your style.
Birth, growth and death are the routine of these bodies.

Clouds find rapture in the aimless scaling of the sky,
Ugly black clouds travel till stalled by mountains.

See the pleasant multicoloured specks of clouds there,
Are they useless, but beautiful targets of the heart?

Aimless clouds are pregnant, moving along the wind,
Always ready to deliver drops or torrential rain

Every lost hope has a rhythm, every gained wish anarchy,
The sprouting seeds and the growing embryo have rhythm.

No child ever walked without crawling, no flower without bud,
The rule of Nature is stringent, don't dare break the law.

Puffed ballon needs thrusted air, mild breath cannot do.
the breaking point is not far away yet.  Miraculous suspense

The pot holds air, but when broken, it expands the power
to hold, no bounderies to restrict, wonderful expansion.

Roaming clouds are goaded by air until they  hit a mountain,
Dripping rain, pouring rain, terrible thunder storm and life
Life, turbulent life, stormy life, What a life we have!