The breeze was overwhelmingly delicate.
Though the day was exhausted with its clamor of noises,
it was still pleasant when the wind came fluttering,
tiptoeing through the leaves.
The subtle noises buzz, and echoes sought attention.
The day felt less rhythmic—
exhausting, yet relieved
by the poise of small birds
hopping lightly between the branches.
One tiny bird kept hopping,
and I wondered what might have happened
to my fruit—
still lazy, yet to ripen.