Energetic skies full of billowing grays,

silken droplets stirring till air consists of spring rains,

barefoot I stay,

upon grassy open plains; 

Fields copiously jumping of spirited bluebonnets,

carry secretive whispers in lulling sonnets;

Can thine make breathing easier again? 

Instill, if you will, such bewildering arcane -  

so, that I may rid this heart's shrouded virulence,

as I wish to gather understanding of thy own inner senses.