A man of a thousand faces lies within the mysterious clouds. Never do we know when he will cry or smile. Never do we know if he will shed tears for the dying or the deaths at heart. We only know a man stands upon clouds, watching down on us with power. Appearing in different images and beautiful sunsets, his nature is marvelous. Are we always forgiven by the skies? No one will ever be sure, but we would all like to believe so. The beauty it holds though is much greater than a face or one person alone. As I search the endless blues, greys and the sun, and as someone cries down on me, I only wish for a life that if forgiving and loving like so many others.