The Cloud..

As the baby entered the world,
There came a moving cloud.
The cloud that made the cry heard,
The cry that moved the crowd.

In childhood and manhood,
He saw the darkening cloud.
The cloud that opened the sky's roof,
The roof that made him proud.

When the storms came in life,
He saw the frightening cloud.
The cloud that hid a rainbow,
The bow that whispered aloud.

In time of smiles and tears,
He saw the embracing cloud.
The cloud that gave him comfort,
The comfort that lasted around.

In sunrise and sunset,
He saw the shining cloud.
The cloud that made the days shine,
That shine that made him shine.

The moving cloud,
To the shining cloud.
The clouds made him live,
The clouds made him give...

By Ebenezer Breman
Won Best Poet at 'Blaze 2011' Bangalore, for this poem.