#1800-Sweet

Some days,

I look at nature,

Through different eyes.

It’s not by choice.

Just murmurs,

Of another’s voice.

When those days arrive,

I seem to smile,

Or sometimes cry,

Without knowing why.

For many years,

Those feelings bothered me.

But that was long ago,

When I didn’t know,

That tranquility,

Came with vulnerability.