The glistening wind lowers itself like a blanket on to the tiny blades of the grass.
I shade my eyes from the sun.
As if my tiny hands compared to the sun could cloak the truth underneath the omnipresence of this morning star.
Sometimes the hardest things to see are the ones that are in plain sight.
Shrouded by emotions we choose to let lead us as we roam through our existence .
for there is no shade in the shadows , and no place to hide from the sun,
it can make your eyes tear, just like the truth does sometimes.
there is no hiding from that either.