Waiting

As I settled in the grass

and watched the trees, the sky,

I noticed a calmness, with a soft breeze.

As if the world had just sat down

and taken a deep breath

to retreat from the rushing time.

Then suddenly, the branches I viewed

were not relaxing, but rustling,

and the clouds swirled about eagerly, although slow.

The tranquil scene became restless before my eyes

without actually changing pace or tone,

and it brought me to realize a way of nature.

Our planet does not rest or calm,

and it never is truly unprepared,

but really, it is always waiting for what’s yet to come.