Sonnet Composed While Waiting

With soft incline it gently steps upward

The breeze flutters the yellow greenery

The land a sea, brown and green rippling toward,

The sky composed of misty scenery


That disappearing pink and light blue sky

With blueish green horizon underneath

Bellow the birds float in tranquility

This dome of sky which makes us all to breathe


And I sit here with anti-social mood

Serene yet hostile to my fellowman

Ungrateful children sit about in brood

We wait for it inside this man made can


And so the sky above we cannot see

Who has for both our eyes the needed key?


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