Restless, I sit
The wind having a fit
Rushing through the pages of my notebook.
Leaves shook, breaking my trance
Quick
I look up
And there's nothing but
A blue sky, running endlessly
Endlessly running, like the words in my head
Words,
That need to form sentences
To create a poem.
Like the sky,
That forms clouds
To cry rain.
Or the snow,
That whispers crisp cold
To quilt blankets of white.
While flowers sprout,
So full of color and life
Singing to the heavens.
As for the trees,
That embrace the earth
While their leaves kiss the ground
Strange colors that whisk around.
Only for the cycle to be repeated.
Yes,
Our mother earth
Spreading her wings
and enveloping us all.