I stood on the ground and looked up at the sky

But tree branches covered my eye

Enveloped by the greying branches the sky whispered, “I am high”.

 

Spread in majesty

the tree branches clasped in unison

Intent on masking the light of the day forever

Yet, shades of grey emerged undeath the cover

 

Clasped together

the branches held a conference

To conspire and umbrella the sky

Bent on sending the sky into oblivion

 

Against all odds, the branches ended up accentuating the beauty of the sky