Wheatheres

Another dawn, seeping into oblivion

Raising its way to the heavens

Overcast and shadows make up this life

Yet also fill our rivers and light our lives

Beauty on the horizon, multiphasic illumination

On a panel of chocolate, speckled with milk

Dew forming on the cheeks of flowers

Blooming , releasing the heart ache trapped inside

Higher still, trapped behind heavens security gates

Large graying passing portions of pivotal proportions

Blocks us from believing in breeching boarders

Only when we fly might we truly see the sky

Rain is always to be expected, umbrella handy or not

Nature runs it’s own course much like the creek in the meadows

Flowing on and on, never stopping, unless we dam it

Beside the trickling torrent, flowers, trees and reeds grow.

Eventually all that comes must pass

Clouds may idle by and drift as the wind lets then

But nay, let us be the wind, the water

Let us erode a new path, one worth taking

A winding road besieged with perpetual flora.