Beneath the wide blue sky
The little things matter to those that seek meaning,
In this presence below the wide blue sky;
The winding highway, the evergreen trees
And the hills stretching
up there high.
Was I here sometime ever before,
Do I know whether life will finally smile?
Does the green of the trees signify happiness
And the blue sky show hope for a while?
Life is like this wide grey road with smoothness and bumps,
Goes on , faces joy and trouble alike;
And the blue sky, master
of all above,
Rolls on like balm on a turbulent life.
Wow, absolutely beautiful.
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