I look up at the sky and see the clouds taking their usual stroll.
And, wonder what if clouds could think?
As they pave their way, do they wonder if this is what earth is made off? Or laugh at the human blunders, or maybe just enjoy the view of birds migrating to their natural habitat.
Then, I see them move slow some days. Where they lazy that day or come back to visit a dear friend or simply are tired of what they see?
The other days, they rush as if they have somewhere to be or anywhere but there. Or, is it their way of nudging us that neither they nor time stays still and it will all pass, eventually.
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