i am a cloud along the sky
blown by wind,
i travel
sprightly by.
i see the kids
having picnics
with their parents
far
below.
–
Transient as morning dew
dropped sometimes
to earth–
through glass i view
a family…
gathered at table.
i wave by twinkling
in
the light.
–
And so like light, I travel wan,
liked when I appear
as
life goes on:
and chlorophyll
turns saplings from seeds
into conifers
while
clouds pass
This really captures what it feels like to be a teacher. I love how the poem is summed up in the final lines. Very classy.
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