Sparse drizzles clearing the road most taken,
With dark overcast reigning and embracing everything within sight.
The chill breeze howls through the linen so smoothly,
Old raven’s rhythm tranquilize the irking measly mind.
White as the milk, the feather floating halted on the apex,
Filled the five mins of journey, brimming with joy.
These details, so minute, yet made a difference,
For the unexpected ecstasies kindle the inner child.