She watches over me,
Constantly changing shape, giving me shade on every sunny day.
I sit beneath the oak tree, and a nebulous glow surrounds me.
This feeling I feel, it grounds me.
As I watch a swarm of honeybees fly by,
I am reminded of all the beauty in this life.
The tall grass around me is moist at my feet,
still dripping from the mist of her last despairing weep.
Off in the distance, I see the thunderheads,
they are nothing more than her words left unsaid.
I retreat inside to watch her billow violently,
curled up in a blanket utterly mystified by her silently …….
…… watching