Something That Can’t Be Captured

The warm bark of the weeping willow

The blazoned hanging leaves blowing slightly in the wind

The tree with the warm glow of the sun shining on its bark

The shadow it casts behind it, a slightly muddled shadow, but just as beautiful as any other

The tallish grass, tilted from the weight of the breeze that pressures them

The grass is the color of the sun, as if it was a blaze of fire

The perfect temperature, just right for a short-sleeve shirt

The deep fresh air, my favorite kind of air

Something that could never be captured in a photo