The sky
hides its secrets
behind the night’s veil,
and a lace of lazy clouds.
The wind
will come by morning,
stripping them away,
leaving the bare Sun
shining down,
but we will be too consumed
to see the message.
Change comes again.
We roll over,
kill the alarm,
and face the day.
Unaware of the grad design
playing out before our eyes;
beautiful
and dangerous.
We never take the time
to watch the sky
and see how deep,
how high,
the secret of nature
really is.
HG – 2020