A lone cloud

Descended on the valley

At the crack of dawn.

A bank of dense white

Against the pitch-dark sky.

Precariously, it hung

On the grassy slopes.

I woke up to the spectacle.

Seeped in disbelief.

If only others could see

What was so real to me.

A bale of white brooding

Over the bubbling brook.

I could tell the tale

But will it be the same?

The truth I felt in my veins.

How would I lend

My sight and insight

To transmit the excitement I felt?

I — a sudden witness to nature’s

Fiercely guarded secret.

I could lose the moment

In the whys and the wherefores.

Or be silent and still

At mind’s choppy shores.

A sudden shower of blessing

At my door

To none of my credit.

I closed my eyes and opened

My heart to receive it.