The Best of Both Worlds

Faces in the clouds are swimming by

in an ever flowing sea of sky

and I wonder if they'll find their way back

or will they drown in the nighttime's black?

The wind takes them gently by the hand

in the hope that she can guide them to land

but her grip is weak and can't get tight

so she loses them to the dark of night.

In the morning, the sun starts a search

as she can see best on her lofty perch

but her presence frightens them away

and as long as she burns, they can't stay.

So the Wind and the Sun grudgingly leave

and their absence the clouds can retrieve.

Fulfilling hopes is not reliable;

the best of both worlds is not viable.