i wrote a peom, feel free to pick at it but sorry for bad grammar.
once an early morning fog,
now miles from the ground and i can see everything all around,
though my life is not for very long,
i could be cumulus, stratus or even a tad
cirrus,
i hope the breeze that carries me mixes ever slightly with friends and family and while we dance far above i hope these days could last for many years with or without any tears. sencerly yours -nimbus