Clouds drift lazily, Beneath a pale blue sky, Like boats on a sea of air. I sit and watch the shadows play, As the sun dips low.

The world is still, Only the breeze makes a sound, Caressing leaves and blades of grass, A symphony of nature’s breath, Whispering life into the stillness.

I close my eyes and dream, Beneath this vast expanse, Each breath a part of the earth, In the embrace of sky and field, A moment frozen in time.

• Richard Wright