The breeze blows, cool
against the fragile canvas of
the earth, writing crimson
memoirs in the blue sky.
Fragile wings break
through, a barrier to the
ever wandering
thoughts in the air.
Since the painful and
expectant sunrise, the earth
became chaotic. You stand,
observing intelligent trees,
rooted in their peaceful
ground, content with the
casual loneliness of their
existence as their leaves
drift to the ground
upon attentive wings.
