Upon my eyesight catching an everyday nature scene
A simple little bird
perching on a new, perhaps a year old twig, sprouting early may leaves
cause of its weight, twirled.
Before it, the blue vault.
& I wonder: when was the last time I layed on the grass to watch the clouds pass by?
The lush green fields call
thunder roars
lightning menace
Strike a past we long to be now.