Slice 268 of 365
Just looking out the window today, and wrote what I thought I saw.
Through the trees it blows,
Its reach to the unknown,
Branches dance to its soft tune,
Birds ride the invisible waves.
Today, it signals a storm,
The clouds scatter into formation,
Tuning dark as they collect,
The droplets to fall from the sky, that never come.
The mourning begins,
Angel’s tears fall,
While we sleep,
And all is well.