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.
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.