The stillness of clouds
produced a vibrancy to a tree
as the wind convinced its leaves
to dance with abandon
and the bush below followed suit
And being pensive
I imagined ideas
atop a singular gust
And as I made way to its path
I felt porous
as they formed as droplets
and dripped within
as not to evaporate
due to preconceived notions
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