The Cloudy Sky

Beneath the veil of shifting silver haze,

The sun retreats, its fire dimmed to gray.

Soft winds unravel in a muted phrase,

And shadows wander where the clouds now play.

A choir of vapors gathers, slow and wide,

Their restless forms like ships upon the sea.

They drift and merge, then scatter, then collide,

A canvas brushed with storms yet meant to be.

No star can pierce this shroud of wandering mist,

Nor moonlight carve a path through heaven’s veil.

Yet in the hush, a secret peace exists,

A promise whispered where the tempests sail.

Don Bormon is a student of grade ten in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.