There is something sacred in the air,

A softness that’s both calm and rare.

When clouds blanket the world so wide,

It feels like time itself has died.

Beneath them, we are all the same,

chasing moments, playing games.

Life isn’t always sun or shine,

sometimes it's just the gray divine.

In the stillness, we seek the truth,

Unfolding like the petals of youth.

The rain might fall, the clouds may stay,

but we live to find a brighter day.