A Life Cycle

A Life Cycle

A soft, white, fluffy cloud,
A baby child, small and proud.
Moving peacefully in the golden sun,
Watching them pass by is so much fun.

The fluffy cloud starts to rain heavily,
As the confused child trudges, bravely.
Changing enormously fast,
Both losing their peaceful past.

Soon a thunderstorm starts to emerge,
As hormonal tempers start to surge.
Some people begin to flee in fear,
As chaotic clashes start to appear.

Out of the storm, a river flows,
Into an adult, the child grows.
More smoothly now, their lives move on,
A long way from where they’d once begun.

Then the river meets the Sea of the Dead,
As the adult lies in an eternal bed.
Both their lives have come to an end,
Towards the heavens, they both ascend.

The vaporised water groups together,
The adult's mind lives on forever.
In a soft, white, fluffy cloud,
And a baby child, small and proud.