Chilled Stop
The sun is as the moon,
Lighting up each and every day.
The grass is as a thought.
Growing, and mending.
As time elapses.
The wind is as a dream,
A dream that continuously moves.
Circling around through my imagination…
The sky is as blue as the drops of rain,
That fall onto my eyes…
Drifting me away to sleep, on these walls of discovery.
Quiet.
Calm.
Cool.
Everything is shifting.
From eyelids,
To lips moving,
To lungs breathing.
One explanation.
A serene expression…
