I Look to the Sky

The birds sing in the sky as the sun speaks through its rays.  The wind is fairly unwelcoming, and now weather is seen as a language in and of itself.  Pain is shrieking in my foot as I journey to the places I long to be.  Country plays on my pandora, and I can feel the melancholy today.  First the bite of a rattlesnake finds me at agitations unbreakably locked door.  I fight back tears that speak of the fatigue so much has provided me of late.  I pray to find the laughter, as I sprinkle the fixings in my coffee.  I am happy to have reached that pinnacle today.  In the end, a seagull will win out and bring me peace as it sores overhead.