Drifting,
As the cloud
Passes by.
The bird teetering
Through the breeze.
The gentle shake
that comes
From the leaves,
Soothes the aching soul.
Unopened eyes,
And rambling
To the melody
Sung.
Refuge found
In everything
That was,
And is to come.
But right now,
As the clouds stand still
In their place.
Birds chirping
Tucked in the trees.
The shake of the leaves
Finds you, and
Picks you up
Taking you right where
You need to be.
DoRee MelNic 