Clouds

Clouds adrift in the summer sky

Resemble Life, as they wander by.

Whence they come and whither they go

We often wonder but never know;

One little hour we know their grace -

They pass like shadows, nor hold their place,

Ever recurring, like the dawn,

Never enduring, but always gone,

SYSTEMPart of the infinite, shall we say,

SYSTEMPart of the moment we call today.