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