It is that of a mood 
one of happiness. 
for a moment
strikes me through.

Writ large on the face
eyes smile wide
the lips broaden with a grin 
all too much visible.

The very next hour 
I stand a witness  to one 
much of a difference 
expressed so pronounced

being that of a sad stricken 
face, eyes welling with tears 
the mouth twists and furls 
sorrow overwhelms.

Could these be related 
to Nature’s vagaries 
one of sun and rain,
storm and lull?

I deem so,  man
 is a produce of nature 
 being close to his mother
 but posing a distance,

 preferring a pretentiousness  
 which he preserves knowingly 
deceiving himself  in the milieu