The Illusionist

The sky's an orangish-redBirds fly in time-lapseClouds float in slo-mo.A stone's throw away, I seesilhouettes of tree-topsfluttering in glee.I ask, 'what about you', andyou persist me to tell...'Imperceptible', I say and settle.In actual, 'inaction' is what it is.You make everyone move, yet,you make everyone thinkyou are the one movin'at every blink!That's by far,the greatest illusion ever