The lens shined down
a message from the clouds from the sun
The message was easy
to comprehend.
It laid on the grass
until someone came and swept it away
It was graffiti
nonetheless
It held weight on
the blades
Like they were burnt
from previous seasons
It was invasive to
our quality of life
The cloud was just
the middleman
The cloud was only
used as a filter
To filter out the
electricity of these once forgotten words
In a line to read
patiently
Coming from the Sun
Our sun that
provides us with the light we need to navigate
The light we hold is
only held because the light was there
We can see what we
are holding
We can't hold onto
the light, it keeps shining away from our fingers
Grasping at atoms
Slipping down like
Slalom
I wish I could say
it because it could only be seen
The Sun cast a few
rays
The brave rays
brought down it's objective
As fast as it could
The cloud was it's
lens made the message as easy to see
For us nearsighted
folk
It was bold
It only laid for a
mere passing moment
Because the cloud
passed
The blue sky had
enough of that.
