The sky a color of silvery blue
The grass drenched through with rain and dew
The trees worn down from storm after storm
Thus the winds differ from cold to warm
No matter how early, no matter how late
The birds sing together with a friend or a mate
The bats retreat to their man-made homes
Letting the morning breathe and moan…
The sleepy silence runs through the house
Not one squeak from even the smallest mouse…
But not every person is lost in a dream
There is only one who longs, it seems.
Her bright brown eyes seem to never mend
Her mind so restless thus showing no end
Her body still, nearest the window sill
Yet her imagination will never still.
As time creeps by, the sky begins to shine
The clouds forming shapes to prove divine
Her smile grows and shows no lies
For all she longs to see are the approaching skies