A week old sapling 

Almost weakens out of thirst

When a newly formed cloud bursts,

I, amongst all the other observants

Tend to look at it tenderly,

And learn that I'm in that 

Selfless place where an individual 

Or a group of considered minimalists

Do, and give, and never ask,

Even when it was never 

Their scheduled task. 

 

I rest my head 

In this endless ease,

Laying my restless mind 

To a moment of peace,

Where I see, hear and feel 

All, but none of my kind.

 

And from an unfathomable height,

An unidentified creature 

With blithesome composure,

Freezes it's eyes with mine

For an encapsulating while

Before carrying on with the breeze. 

 

I take that glimpse along with me,

As I, unburdened, close my eyes 

In this endless ease, 

And remember another's,

Who was pleased to see me 

In proximity with peace.