Perspective
Is it perspective or the shifting breeze That changes the wisp of cloud imperceptibly It's form evolving unendingly As eyes watch from the ground far below What forces are behind the alterations, Undefinable but evident? One moment something is as it seems And the next it is not the same at all How can being in the same place Everyday people doing everyday things Suddenly seem so foreign In comparison to how it seemed yesterday? Have we closed our eyes? To the winds of change blowing through us Or is our shift in position So slight it cannot be measured or felt One day the sun is cool lemon yellow Brightening the trees with refreshing light The next it is on fire Orange blazing heat, scorching the ground beneath our feet Dread at the start of a new day Dragging emptiness around in our wagon The load draining our resources Chasing after the next big thing, or the cloak of night to cover us Energy at the dawn of the next d