I won't question cloudy or grey
Not if it's the sky
These colors I understand
Not how or why
But in the feeling they summon
That's the essence
How you absorb its presence
Yet the backdrop
Whatever it is, is so much greater
The time bending canvas
Everything lives inside this cocoon
Every mood
I cannot question its silent power
A freeway of feeling
Black clouds blue serenity grey hues
Not of my hand
Not of perception because it is true
Black and white
I prefer grey if not blue for its flexiblity
But orange with black spots
With legs walking upon my arm
I can't question it
Or flick it; never reject a pattern
That repeats in nature
Like clouds and grey mysteries
That order my thoughts
I will welcome whatever it will be
No matter what
That is what I have become
The feeling of nature