and the clouds we call cotton balls
are losing their white complexion again.

soaking up our tears, the mysteries of life,
evaporated death, and loss along with it…
the clouds are fading (growing) greyer.
becoming bigger, aging longer, becoming ready to
rain.

(and they did.)

over the lands of the dry, the empty, the lifeless
mysteries, secrets, all leaked from the cotton balls
and evaporation turned to condensation
(in a way that not even science could educate
lives about.)

the lands, the valleys, the mountains,
withered petals and decaying trees
all came to life in a way that had before when they were
originally born.

and i guess that's what becomes of everything
everywhere.

when heaven finishes cleaning its face,
and the cotton balls become pure again.