Thoughts Flowing

A sky,
split in two;
one, half as beautiful as you,
contrasting to the cold, dull clouds
above me.
Hold on,
my page just lit up,
now dark again.
I see raindrops
and sun.
Hear me, see me,
I'm waiting.
They laugh, I shrug,
out bursts the sun.
I'm freezing.
This damp grass
is drying, is living.
I'm dying, I'm living, loving.
See the leaves falling,
I remain.