The sky blooms with clouds – round, soft, and purple,
Like cotton candy drifting in a dream.
Green trees sway in the summer’s soft wind,
Shedding whispers of leaves in their dance.
Sunflowers lean against each other,
Their touch tender, like two old lovers in the sun.
The lake exhales into a steady silver pulse,
Water flowing out under the eternal hush.
The meadow is a rendezvous for scattered souls;
Children release their kites to the heavens,
As laughter spills bright like small bells across the fields.
Others vanish in a game of hide-and-seek,
Their innocence erupts in bursts of joy.
Family clusters on the cradle of grass,
Sharing a meal or another cup of warmth,
Embraced by the arms of the breeze.
There is a boy reclining in a quiet corner,
His headphones sealing him into a private world;
Eyes lifted against the backdrop of this vast blue sky,
Perhaps looking for answers or maybe lost in thought,
The wind gently tangles his hair.
Well, is he content with the silence or is he deaf to it,
Already filled with despair?
Not far away, beneath the shade of a venerable tree,
Sits an old woman, wrapped in a vintage-looking dress.
The fabric ripples like royalty’s robe,
Her smile etched deep, a diadem of survival.
But,
Is her happiness born of real satisfaction,
Or is it only a show,
A veil hiding the weariness of years?
Suddenly, the idyll breaks;
The gentle breeze warps,
Darkening, swelling, roaring into a storm.
The scene vanishes.
She wakes, alone,
On a corroded bench in a deserted park.
Peace has faded into shadow,
Replaced by a trembling fist of anguish.
“Where am I?” she breathes.
“Only a dream…”
As wars unravel harmony into horror,
As a wind gust can whirl into a typhoon,
So can life’s secret turns
Shatter the silence of the heart.
And so I ask you –
What storm seethes in your breast?
Do you sleep in safe waters,
Or are you about to shatter?
