Ponder

Pastel clouds drifting across the painted heavens, On a tranquil journey that never slows, How many have seen the same whisps of white, Floating radiantly against astronomy's lightly glows, Will we ever know? Chestnuts knocking as they hit the ground, Golden orbs of life, just watch them fall, For a moment, appreciate their significant role, How many will become trees and grow so tall? The smell of grass wafting across the wind, the rain pitter pattering against the roof, While a contemplative soul stirs their tea, Sipping upon the universe's mysteries, Pondering the beauty of it all.