He knew, to see the clouds, peacefully floating, not shaking, not falling, on that day was enough as a sign of the greatness of its creator. He stopped. Something shook deep inside his heart. Stupid are men.
Say that the clouds stopped listening, say that they wanted a rule of their own, instead of floating they chose to twist and roll, instead of being amorphous they chose to be solid, instead of carrying rain they chose to carry stone. Wouldn't then planes crash? How then can weather be forcasted? Where would water then come from? Stupid are men.
And so clouds submit. To the rule and law of their creator, realising and obeying.Never did they complain, never did they ask, not that they ever wanted to, but because they never needed to. It never was a matter of request for them, it was a matter of submission. Total submission. To He who created them and surely would know whats best for them.What was written for them. Stupid are men.
He stopped. People were staring. He smiled.
I'm a fool, who speaks alone.
But im not stupid.
For You are the Almighty