The sun smiles, br forcefully examining the bitterness of the leaves br that have become br crushed under the weight br of the eve’s rainfall. br br I look on, br curiously wondering br why the sun seems to give light, br to even the most shattering br displays of nature’s fury. br br I am broken, I think. br The sun has never fixed me. br br Outside the drops of rain evaporate steadily. br Dew, which once subsided in even the most porous br of surfaces br has all but disappeared, br confronted instead br by a warmth as steady br as the sun is iridescent. br br You are an observer, I say. br Callous, cold, and unfeeling. br br On the ground two squirrels fight playfully. br An acorn has fallen between the two, br and with quizzical wonderment br I watch as a br stalled fury erupts br into a courtship like dance br of dominator br versus br domineered. br br Atleast they have each other, I muse. br Who do you have? br br The last remnants of darkness have lifted br and the birds respond with a steady hum. br In their song I hear them say, br serenity, serenity: br this is the world. br br I turn my head, br And dropp my gaze br downward. br br Serenity, serenity, br Is not the world’s way. br br br The sun rises fully, br br I sit on the ground.