Hazy Acres

Swaying leaves 

At times 

Hanging on

To see 

Nature play 

Watching a thought

Up and around 

To a place 

Staring at you 

Up the stairs 

In the grain 

On the light

Subtle breeze 

Disappearing 

While it remains

A cycle 

Until it fades 

What is happening 

Erased 

While the stage resets 

To see whats next 

All the colors 

Are the findings