Lupine

As I recline, in a cloud shadow, feeling a bit of melancholy, next to a prairie lupine, I seek, if it may to me in some way, speak, I reach out and touch the petals, feel the soft, sunshine comes out from behind the puffy clouds aloft, I touch the  leaves so green on which round drops of water sit now with shiny sheen, I hear meadowlarks sing and prairie dogs chatter, but from the lupine I hear nothing, yet sitting here I have found a little piece of peace of mind,  so it doesn’t matter