Trees On a Cloudy Day

are part of a game.

Sun appears for a moment,

only to be shushed by the shade.

Trees on a cloudy day,

open their minds to the sky.

Gently letting the breeze

to hold and feel the sway.

Trees on a cloudy day,

have a peculiar aura and feel.

Not denying the sun, shade or rain

they fully immerse in the play.

Sitting outside on a cloudy day,

flinching as the sun finds me

and exhaling as shade takes over

I look at the trees, imagining

they have something to say.

But, trees on a cloudy day

don’t really have anything to say.

I sit with this epiphany.

Taking a pledge

to never hold or deny an experience,

for sake of some destiny.

And opening my mind to the sky,

that’s life. I feel the breeze

caressing my sweat, as I step

into the playground where