I see voices in the sky

The sun
the clouds
the sky
are born
and die 
each day
they reflect
golds and oranges and reds
from the beauty
of their minds
I wonder about
the sky
 the clouds 
 the sun
the colors
 Have
they just been sired
or 
are they 
at the end of their time
Have
 they traveled far
Are 
they born again
 for
 inspiration
are 
they dying 
to 
show the way
 it is 
plain to see
that
 either way
 They are
just as beautiful
 a lesson 
 to 
continue to shine, 
a lesson
to 
continue to be 
even as we
start to fade away

                                          gsb