These tall grasses in shades of green.
A light breeze, whispers in my ear.
I want to lay my head and watch the clouds roll by,
and let go of every fear.
It is a metaphor of sorts, these clouds.
They change with every hour,
Shrinking, growing, changing shape,
as the elements use their power.
Breathe in, breathe out and let the change begin.
All that really happens here is a painting of the beauty held within.