I sit inside,
A wooden chair.
Strong, dependable, hardworking.
I look outside and say:
"Look at the sky. How powerful it is today."
Just as it has been,
Day in and day out,
All month.
A visitor, knock knock.
Hello, hello, good to see you.
A wooden chair.
Spindly, old, cracked.
They look outside and say:
"Look at the sky. How stormy it is today."
Exactly as it was,
Day in and day out,
All month.
Lightning flashes,
Thunder rolls.
A candle.
Smooth, elegant, bright.
I look at it and say:
"Feel the candle. How warm it is right now."
Same as it always is,
Day in and day out,
Forever.
Storm intensifies,
Rain pounds.
A candle.
Waxy, primitive, d