A cloud casts a darkening shade, 
Forming the blackened ground 
Filled with a fresh colored flower bed. 
At a glance of forged skies, 
The scene is paused by the grasp of vision. 
Emotions trigger the silent appearance 
A smile on the gloomy face of doubt, 
Waiting to be given away, 
Not used yet, but can it be wrapped up? 
Presents are not granted to selfish 
People with no aspirations. 
One can be treated with a 
Sense of courtesy in silent gestures, 
The leaf of wisdom cannot fall 
From the broken willow, 
Rain pours the day away, 
The gray clouds granting hope. 
But will a simple water fall, 
Calm the heat that has 
Erupted the volcanic air, 
Can the shadow of the passing 
Rage be sentenced to the 
Glimmering freedom from 
The last few minutes of light? 
Will the distant verdant plain 
Be happy under the moonlit path? 
We shall never find out the 
Feeling of being abandoned 
By natural kindness.