Wake up with the sun.
Watch the sky turn a pastel sorbet.

Feel the wet in the still air.
Feel the refreshment of the moving wind.

On the way to school.
Pass neighbors and village folk with alms awaiting

Monks giving morning prayers.
Sun begins to show its orb just over the tree tops.

Clouds are rare and welcome.
Watch the sky turn a pale blue.

Day passes, never asking, always abiding
as we watch the sky turn.