Poem about Uniqueness

Clouds spill in from the west ahead of the promised cold front driven by a rough temperamental breeze.

Their shapes have never existed before, will never exist again yet everyone,everywhere, recognizes them for what they are, clouds.

This is what uniqueness means, the word has less to do with difference, whatever people may say, and with something we have always known to be true

Qualified, modulated likeness, the whole world as uniquely various as fingerprints as DNA as zebra stripes as clouds…

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MoonlightLullaby

I love this and the fact clouds were the subject matter. They're rarely admired as much as they should, and I'm at fault for that, but they truly are unique in more ways than mere looks.

PrestonJ · 36-40

It’s crazy how little they are talked about. I ask people so often did you see the sky today? You know that massive canvas that is everywhere, and I always get a no. How do you miss the sky? Check out my last two days of skies, I’ve had my head stuck in the clouds

MoonlightLullaby

@PrestonJ They're beautiful. I'm blessed to see what others miss. It's a shame they do though. The world is so beautiful if we truly look. Especially at that "massive canvas" that's ever changing! 🩷

PrestonJ · 36-40

@MoonlightLullaby it truly is, and it’s everywhere. If we can just get out of our heads we would see that we have everything already and that we live in a beautiful world. I’m glad that you see it too. What a gift