Look at the sky
Look at the clouds
Look at the sun
Look at the trees
Look at the birds
Look at the grass
Look at the flowers
Look at the clouds
Swirls, blobs, patterns
Motionless, but slowly changing
Look at the trees
Contorted, twisted, but gentle and proud
Look at the birds
Flutter, soar, dive, flutter
Look at the sun
Shining through the clouds
Nothing can hold back its brightness
Listen
Hear the birds singing
Hear the sheep discussing nuclear physics in a language we can't understand
Hear the talking
Hear a car's engine
Hear the laughing
Hear the tennis ball against the racket, the wall, the ground
(I wish those fucking sheep would shut up)
Hear a chair scraped accross the floor
Hear someone whistling
Hear an aeroplane somewhere
Look up - where is it?
Ah, there,
A black hole, smoothly cutting through the sky
Watch a blade of grassy type thing shake in the wind, broken at the top of the stem
Feel the wind against my face, blowing stray hairs in my eyes
See people running, laughing, talking
Hear the scraping of feet, the whirring of a bicycle chain
Hear a door open and close
Wibble, wibble wibble wibble wibble wibble,
wibble
Macwibble - wibble.
By Joey.