Sometimes it eavesdrops
And leaves sympathetic tears
on a flower
that opens its deepest thoughts
to a fellow bud
Sometimes it finds a vast, quiet spot
free of rocky mountains of troubles
and stands alone
to exhale the day away
Sometimes it needs
To build its own warmth
Blaze a hearth
with the spark of a relaxed grin
Sometimes it jealously crashes
To steal the air’s attention
Away from the perfect sun
Most of the time, it just needs
an uncaptured moment
For its dreams to run
