Alone, Watching, Silent, Waiting

Alone
Watching
Silent
Waiting

Clouds passing over head
Silently in grey monotone
Only a slight breeze helping
To them nothing else is known

Birds gliding above slowly
One passes in solitude like me
Two, another alone on the wind
A flock, together the world they will see

Trees bending under the slight pressure
Each one unable to tell its tale
Locked into its world of silence
The only contact from a temporary gale

Me a stranger in their world
My back to the hoarding masses
Waiting for my turn to relinquish
But for now I’m doomed with classes

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