A lonely cloud in the bright sky,
the trees sway gently
as the shadows pass by;
in this stillness, I sit,
not bothered by the silences
as long within your touch.
I smile at the shy red flowers
dotting the yellows and the green;
as I move to rythm of your restless feet.
I feel alive in the freshness
of summer sun on empty roads
waiting for the bus, to take us home.
Inspired by Toads prompt to write a stillness poem.