Asking why,
I see colours of grey,
The present is cloudy,
Where are my colourful days?

Looking up to the stars,
In the darkness of night,
When will I see,
More brightness and sunlight?

I see from my window,
The swaying of trees,
Caught up in wind,
The troubling breeze.

Looking at myself,
From a bird’s eye view,
It’s not so bad,
I think there’s more to look forward to.

As I notice and listen,
To the quietness around me,
I start to rewind,
Letting still moments find me.