To see what you want to see

I thought, lets write about the wind and the trees,

But deep within my mind,

i know of just the thing.

Wind is pure no more,

no trees but only roads.

My dream, it seem,

found yet another blocked door.

Then i saw this old man,
standing at the river,
starin at the sky,
his body in a shiver.

I was confused when he looked at me,

He asked, "a blue sky, have you lately seen!"

T'was then, i realised,

the dark spectram up away in the heights.

and the oldman smiled it sad...
before melting in the sky.