From my bed,
I see the sun peek
from around gloomy clouds.
vivacious rays sleek.

Illuminating
life below.
Light blankets the room in
optimistic yellow.

Escaping
the clutch of my sheet,
I step gingerly to the balcony,
the morning air so sweet.

Leaning against the building’s
cool brick wall,
I look out on lush green grasses,
over the hills they sprawl.

Mountains disrupt the horizon,
trees stand steady
like soldiers preparing for battle,
they are strong and ready.

Upon a glance,
nothing dares change,
dares move.
The ever-present sun, quiet mountains, empty fields:
there is nothing they prove.

Look closer.
The scene is peaceful.
It’s beauty sublime.
The blazing sun, daunting mountains, vast fields:
A testament of time.

Not a soul stirs:
Silence.
Not a weak link:
Magnificence

Time slips by slowly
Tick, Tock, Tick
In the building made of brick.