Departing Breath

I watch the clouds move across the horizon...
like airbrushing with paint.
They move so very slow...
cause the wind is so faint.
The bodies on the street walking...
move about to and fro.
Oblivious to natures beauty...
like rainbows and fresh snow.
But I see natures splendor...
when I relax and sit still.
Staring with eyes vacant...
past the brick windowsill.
All things are attractive in this state...
birth, sleep, and even death.
It all passes through my chest...
like a warm departing breath.