The breeze so cold
chilled are my feet,
spread my wings to fly,
unaware of the coming defeat.

Passed through land
both barren and green,
my untiring eyes
always following the unseen.

There in the distance,
dark speck the cloud
hiding in its belly
a thunder not yet loud.

Killing the time
curiosity made me wait
till covered with darkness,
I sit and blame fate.

What was to come
Has done and gone,
past will not stay
“Life moves on”.