In the mind as vast as a bright blue sky,
cloud-like thoughts stay aplenty, afloat.

scattered, they follow trails of wind-like time,
some might vanish, not evolving much,
while others find like-minds, forming stratus clouds.

This cumulated cloud could shower on plains
Letting its essence seep through craggy cracks.

Touching ideas waiting to sprout,
later spreading its magnificent leaves,
growing up as designs of varied importance.

Give up not on thoughts or let it dissipate,
For they hold the potential to evolve big.

Cause a hurricane or a violent tornado,
Capable of turning over the existing land,
and bring out something beautiful.

© Pandora