Like shifting sand dunes

I love to look at the sky,
And see the flow mirrored in my eye.
Every ray of light filtering through,
Endless thoughts, like clouds hanging
Around the mist that the winds blew,
They circle around, ever lasting.

Like on a summer's rainy day,
The clouds they tried to find a way.
To bring their joyous notes of rhyme,
The water dancing to the rain, in tune
Trying to put every step in time,
Before their actions become immune.

And before long the heat vacates,
Giving the illusion, the sun dissipates.
And I bring the clouds back together,
To shun the light that the day threw
But so wrong I was, and I did not bother
To know; Without the sun, no plant ever grew.

The clouds dissolved on their own,
To give new light, to shine on the unknown.
And ever so happy the world looked,
As two nightingales in unison sang.
To their voice, I listened hooked.
Till from afar I heard a bowstring twang.

And dead lay the two nightingales,
In the dark, their faces didn't look pale.
Died my heart, with their poignant tune
And before I could take the next gasp,
Our life's like a shifting sand dune.
I wondered, this truth will I ever grasp?

--Mohan