To Watch

I do not think the sky takes storms personally.

I do not think it mopes or mourns over unorganized configurations.

I do not think it praises itself for a clear day or the perfect wind for birds to play.

I believe it lives, breathes, laughs, cries, has ‘fits’ of anger and joy without judgement or remorse.

I believe it lives fully and we watch a show of perfect expression.

Let me have that ease.