Elucidating Questions

The calm breeze brings wishes through the air like seeds blown as the magic twists between on the day of fire, during the month of perhaps.

It’s not the metal that flies it is the beginning of next spring in preparation, before and after.

Pieces of dreams falling as they fly through the sky, trying to fit into places.

Promises of tomorrow for the ground, the plants.

Standing under the trees that provide a moment of rest, seeing the small drops of life in the continuing life of the grass.

Things often unnoticed, filling a colour everyone has already seen,

But there has never been a flaw, on the earth of blue and green.

The white swirls that are not here, but elsewhere, the expanse of the sky.

Standing in the breezes as the wishes fly.