Perfect

Window Pane Poem

Sky of gray.
Land of green.
A blinding burst of flame
Pink, yellow, orange and white.
Rain falls,
Cool rain.
Bliss.

Time is like molten glass,
Flowing on forever.
Shadows are long
And families sit to eat.
Twilight.

Winds whisper
Through sheets of pouring rain.
Forever falling,
Forever part
Of the rhythm of life.
Rain.

Time means nothing
In a place with no rules
As nature rules here.
There is not a care
In a place that is
Perfect.