Life Is Like A Passing Cloud Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

It's clear outside, but There is only one passing cloud In the blue sky over our heads, There are no rains or fogs Because it's pretty and sweet outside, Cloudy days are rare, but a passing Cloud is crossing into the kingdom of love, All clouds cross fast and clear days are Seen up high in the blue sky anytime, A passing cloud never brings rains, but It brings a pretty image of farewell, It's not Spring, but it's a day in one Of all the year around's days anytime, It's like a pretty dream of seeing a pretty Passing cloud that is crossing into our depths, We're like a passing cloud in our world, so All our life is like this passing cloud, We come quickly and we pass away quickly Like a passing cloud all in a moment.