Gray clouds unknowingly lose Spring showers,
Falling like beads from a 60s curtain,
To feed thawing trees and infant flowers,
While searching birds hop through mud, for certain
Flooded worms will come to prove rain’s powers.
Honesty: A Cinquain Poem
So, I just felt like writing a poem.
Priceless,
Intangible,
Vibrant Blue Honesty.
The Element of Decency.
Just Breath.
