As you sleep sweet child,
I've been watching the clouds
drift slowly by.

Some come close to the sun
and their white, wispy edges
catch and hold the light,
somehow amplifying this already
bright summer's day.

Surely in this is a sign
for one who reflects.

That which can scatter and obscure
can also highlight the radiance
that is always present.

Be like water, my heart,
and you will know:
a passing cloud never dies.