Clouds

Staring down at the clouds
From way up high above
That's where we find assurance
Of a higher form of love
With the falling of brilliant light
On the cotton-y clumps of wisp
We can see heaven's reflection
Through the masses of gathered mist

Fog

A thick and heavy curtain
Of mist hangs from the sky
A cloud brought down to earth
The only question: why?
To burn away in sunlight
To flee before the heat
Is a foggy signature
Making a hasty, fast retreat