Those Clouds

Those clouds,

Why do we give them shapes?

Could they not just be white fluff that adornes the sky?

Those abstracts,

Why do we give them meaning?

Can they not be just colours that adorn the canvas?

That love,

Why do we give it names?

Can it just not be a feeling that adornes our life?

And this life,

Why do we give it conditions?

Can it not just be a blessing that adornes the universe?