Atmosphere whiffs one away
To
touch the sky without delay.
It
heightens all the senses
In
unity, sweetly, joyously
Touching
with truth and beauty.
No
past or future in its essence,
Just
a fulfilling presence.
And
sometimes atmosphere gets grounded.
Weeds
in the garden gets it wooded
Life
then gets sour by the hour,
Resenting
past, present and future
In
agonizing wear and tear,
Leaving
a state of disrepair.
To
start the cure – do not endure.