The Clouds Will Never be Like This Again

A poem about the sky.

The clouds will never be like this again.
They shall disperse by moon-born whims.

So step outside, spend time with them!
Or say—goodbye my lovely friends!

You’ll never bow your head at this.
How beautiful the sky still is!

  Shall be tomorrow, 
  Rest tonight,

  Glow at sunrise,
  Shine blue light!

God’s new formations,
Months from now, 
The unimagined fluffy clouds

Shall be as gorgeous, 
Drift as true 
As on the day (she) gave birth to you.

(Look out for The Clouds Will Never be... Part 2! 
[Edit: There will never be a The Clouds Will Never be... Part 2! 
One will never be will have to be enough.])