The sky is sleepy and grey.
An orchestra tunes its long,
wet strings of drizzle.
The trees are restless children
enduring a long sermon of wind,
waiting to be dismissed into a
breathe of fresh sun.
Are we not all children
waiting to be dismissed?
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
The sky is sleepy and grey.
An orchestra tunes its long,
wet strings of drizzle.
The trees are restless children
enduring a long sermon of wind,
waiting to be dismissed into a
breathe of fresh sun.
Are we not all children
waiting to be dismissed?