At the bottom of the pyramid of bags.
Still, as undisturbed water.
Holding fast against the pushing of the warm winds.
Pushing spring on this cold sunny day in the city.
Control all the that does not shine on you as they bathe in god’s radiance.
Bright-eyed the morning starts.
Sun-drenched wind sweeps through.
A timid acceptance.
Hide from the heat but still feel the breeze.