I finally get to sit down,
A time for myself,
Sun glaring down at me,
Biting at my pores,
Soothing my soul,
In a jealous rage the breeze joins in,
Rippling across the treeline,
Forcing the leaves to keep it’s rhythm,
As I secretly enjoy the performance,
My selfish little stadium set for one,
I soak up everything they offer,
Beneath it all I’m enthralled,
Their movements baffle me,
How is it they move so effortlessly,
Like they’re in no rush to be anywhere,
Yet they’re always on time?