The clouds don’t roam

The sky doesn’t glisten

The birds don’t hum

As now, nobody cares to listen.

But there is a bit of beauty that arrives

From the vacancy

Of our current lives

For now, no clouds cover the sun’s light

With the sky being filled with children’s kites

And the array of birds soar to their new destination

Nothing has changed or been lost

It’s just a shift in interpretation.