A Vision

Ah, the classroom boredom,
and my mind drifts away;
the teacher’s buzzing
lost to the beauteous May.

A sole window
allows a view to the West,
where building clouds
capture my interest.

The wind whipping through
the budding leaves on the trees.
and springtime flowers
are set free.

Movements of bundled human forms
scurry, like ants, across the grass,
attempting to dance between raindrops
as they make way to class.

Suddenly, from the rain heavy clouds,
the sun breaks through;
A momentary vision,
a stunning, golden halo.

The beauty of it dazzles
my heart and my eyes,
till the clouds slowly covers
the sun, despite how he shines...

Then I hear papers shuffling
and people rising from their desks.
My class is finally over,
now I become one of the scurrying ants.