They are as prophets,
foretelling the ways of man
with their comings and goings,
and with each wave,
their forms across the horizon.
They are as warriors,
storming across battlefields,
and yet they fight for no master,
but simply march en masse,
as of warlords in a pageantry.
Brave and bold is their way,
moving at their own pace,
by their design, at their will,
and perhaps simply to move
as their freedom of expression.
If called upon, they do not answer;
if tempted, they do not succumb;
if opposed, they do not yield;
yet if spurned or forsaken,
they seek their brand of vengeance.
With each day, a new awakening,
when each new prophet or soldier
makes its way across the sky,
teaching us to know ourselves;
such is the life of a cloud.