Amidst reverently bowing trees,

On a quiet overcast day,

Teasing drizzle, mellow breeze,

And the ravishing petrichor of clay.

While walking down a desire path,

I pause to admire the setting,

Enchanting greyness, exciting aftermath,

I let go of all the fretting.

It has always been the case,

This distinctively beautiful grey,

Favourite weather, happy place,

And life’s shade in some way.

As I have gradually realised,

Things are not all black and white,

Different perspectives, meanings disguised,

What is wrong and what right?

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