"Visitation"

We live in the midst of the clouds
In the wisps we quickly appear
Brief visitations for moments
But we are nothing to fear
Relegated to drift in time
We are the ancients from long ago
Floating objects in the sky
Witness to actions of the generations
In upheaval we hear the human cry
We question not the human reaction
It is not for us to judge
Free from bonds unlike people
Incapable of holding a grudge
Our state of being thrives in the energy
Hidden within the great shrouds
Thou art many-we are few
Who hide in the linings of clouds

~Moses~
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