Dripping Down the Drain

We're blessed to be able to witness beauty:
the drops of sunshine flickering off the trees,
the scent of nature floating in the breeze,
the songs of birds whistling around me. 

Not too long ago, I was blessed by the sun –

Today I call out,
from a cloud.
A sea of voices,
A sea of choices,
A sea of loud.

I hear one of these
fragile voices,
a small wave
on the ocean.
I hear her scream
out.
Out into the wide
open.

Forgive me, for I have sinned.
For I sat and only watched the
     passing wind.
For on this day, I only
lie still, I watch and do nothing
to change the 
     passing wind.