Elusive sunshine, playmate of the cassock clouds
Let me soak you in, until you allow.
The birds cackle- happy silhouettes of freedom
In a happier blue sky,
A song of chores and forage, amongst the thicket of
Coloured woods of a depleting August summer.
The gentle breeze, that was yesterday a storm to reckon,
Makes the trees sway and dance to soothe our listless souls
That lay basking in the afternoon drizzle, believing
they will escape what they cannot.
Home is much cherished with pride until
Love is replaced with the truth of what it is not.
And I breathe to myself, a silent whisper-
Heaven and winds churned by the same skies know,
These trees can bend to break and destroy, but do not.
As much as they know me, indefatigable
Beneath the placid armour of livelihood I don,
To make everything simple and worthwhile.