Fleeting Clouds

Where do they go these white puffs of cloud?
Meandering leisurely in the clear blue sky?
Playing hide and seek with the blue and gold
Of the azure and the golden glow.

At times combining to create an angry grey
Conspiring then to let loose a sprinkle of spray
Sometimes creating castles in the air 
That flit and float up above and high.

Casting shadows in their path across the sky
Turning luscious green into darker hues
Or pleasant gold of ripening fields
Into Amber as if in cues.

Where do they go these white puffs of cloud?
Changing shapes of softness so proud
Changing the brightness of blue
Into softer shades of a different hue.

Warming the heart with the Virgin white
Almost like brick on brick
An enigma that defies the physical touch
Just a handful of nothingness. 

But is there something beyond what is seen
Of sight beyond sight?
For nothing exists without meaning
Whether it be wrong or right.

Is it the making of creation's wonder
Ravaged by what we do to our world 
The purity of white driven asunder
By the impurity of polluted thought.

Nature's wrath explodes in fury 
And we often wonder why 
Yet the answer is simpler than usury
It is us, we who do and then deny.

Where do they go these white puffs of cloud? 
Across the canvas of the deep 
Maybe a reminder to those who proclaim loud
There is much to do to earn our keep.