I want to float free

Like a cloud in the sky

But then I stop,

And think again,

For though one might think

A cloud if forever free

I, myself, can see

That, in fact, like

One of us mere mortals),

A cloud is tossed and turned

Challenged daily, buffeted

By angry winds, boiled up

Under bitter sun,

Crying tears of desolation

Throwing stones resentfully

Then searching for forgiveness

In the purity of snow.