A state of deep consideration

When the sun rises over hill

The trees cease to quiver

The leaves cease to chill

 

Clouds tend to drift like kites

Birds chirp extending their plights

 

What a beautiful scene so sweet yet sombre...

 

I seem to think

What would happen if we sink?

 

In our own vanity

In clouded clarity

 

Take life as she comes by

And what my troubles fly off into the

Sky