Meh

The sun
That caressed my tongue;

The rays
That set me ablaze;

The clouds,
To dowd woman, bowed;

The drizzle
Against the skin, tickled;

The wind
Danced high with the winged;

The flowers and trees
Powered the displeased;

Trumpeting horns
Reminder of a music forlorn;

Ah music!
Harmonic, eccentric, euphoric, homesick;

Suddenly the siren
Dragged inevitably the frightened;

To all this and more, dismayed,
The world meh-d.