Author Peter H. Lee They say the color of clouds is fine, but they often darken. They say the sound of winds is clear, but they often cease to blow. It is only the water, then, that is perpetual and good. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments