outside my window
the wind whips the
the sky an ominous blue-gray
stubborn tree limbs
refusing to yield.
what is it that controls
all this sun, air and land?
far too complex to comprehend
down to the tiniest grain of sand.
so unimportant, the who and why...
do I see and feel the beauty around me;
appreciate the majesty of the sky?
these are the sights to ponder
the splendor of nature;
diverse, yet beautiful wherever