Lying under a tree,
in the summer afternoon breeze
what do you see?
do you see the sun dancing through the boughs?
do you hear the whispering of the leaves?
do you feel the heat on your skin
and the wind cooling it
does the soft grass cushion your head?
when you close your eyes
and start to fall in a slumber
your ears echo the sound of a distant thunder
the wind gains strength and it scares the leaves,
leaving them in a flustered agony
the heat is gone,now it’s the wind dancing
but the beat can no longer be heard
silence falls and the leaves quieten down
you open your eyes to a sky that’s darkened
through the boughs you see the grey fog moving,
like sheeps in a crowded flock,
then the whole world comes to a stand still,
as the sky pours down in a pitter patter,
the leaves rejoice and embrace the rain,
the noises are drowned,
and all the frowns turned upside down.