It's sunny outside,
One of those days where

the sun is shining down through tree leaves

leaving speckled patterns on the ground.

Where the breeze

is sifting through the boughs and is causing

the trees to sway gently.

And you're thinking

"What a beautiful day..."

And you smile, but suddenly you know

You're really not smiling.

You're crying. But you can't cry

oh, no, not on the outside.

That's illegal. It's against the grain

of wood that creates you.

So you sit there

in the shade of that tree

and watch as the sun's puzzle of darkness

and light dance across the grass as the wind

blows the solid objects astray.

And you watch.

Quietly.

And let the sun warm your cool skin.

Waiting for the warmth to reach you on

the inside so you can smile again.

And mean it when you do.