The sun shines over a new day,
Clouds few, but never foreboding.
The day she finds herself,
As he watches.
He wonders if she sees the clouds like he does.
A melody, like a billowing flag at sea,
Like a ghost with a shadow.
A breeze, under the sun:
Hidden,
Then found.
Looking up, with the blue sky reflecting off her face,
La brise, she whispers.
She's never felt the gentle sigh of nature, he realizes.
With the clouds few, but not foreboding,
The wind blows stronger in recognition.
Without walls, the sun shines relentlessly,
And she can't escape its rays.
He wonders whether she wants to escape
Or bask in the heat.
Laying in the warm sand,
She lifts up a sheet,
The wind catching it,
A ghost and its blanket at battle.
It blows in la brise,
A billowing flag at sea,
A ghost with its shadow on the burning sand.
The sound of her laugh fills the ears of the empty landscape.
A song, never foreboding,
Under the blue sky,
Is created, as the sound in a conch on the beach,
And it calms the relentless wind.
The flag flutters,
She laughs, with pure nature enveloping her,
And he, riddled with the knowledge of life,
Sits and watches the joy he hopes will be eternal.
Basking in the serenity of early life,
The sun shining over the girl,
La brise ruffling their hair,
He sees the scattered clouds, but none foreboding.
She never did see the clouds.