Nature's Riddle

Amateur Litterateur. Loves to paint, write, and cook. A bibliophile. A sinner saved by grace. Loves the solace that nature brings.

White and fluffy they are

It is not a symbol of war

Rather, they tend to be ciphers of peace

They simply put one’s mind at ease

I look high up above

Oh, they remind me of God’s eternal love

His creations are beyond compare

Just perfectly breathtaking and rare

Every sunny day they are weightless

Without them, life is somehow meaningless

Sometimes white, sometimes ashen

When it’s overcast, they burden the fallen

You may or may not fathom this conundrum

Of course, they too possess a pendulum

Let this one be a trivial and common mystery

If you’re too curious, wander and enjoy the scenery.