Stillness
Blue skies,
White clouds,
The sun is glistening off of the beautiful rolling hills!
Kids are screaming energetically on the playground,
All the while,
Everything is still,
Perfectly still,
The type of stillness that the brain needs to think,
It refreshes and calms the mind,
Forcing you into a calm swaying as the wind blows.
"It's finally quiet!"
You say to yourself as you gingerly brush your back against the back of the bench.
You wonder to yourself,
Why can't everything be like this?
But as you stay in this moment,
You daydream about your future
Wondering what you want to do,
What you want to be,
You want to make your parents proud
Yet you don't know how.
But as the trees are still growing
And the grass is still green.
As the wind blows and you're finally alone,
You think your safe,
And then all reality hits.
