Today I looked
Up at the sky
And felt quite small
No bigger than a fly,
I breathed fresh air
While lying in snow
And watched
The world go by.
A layer of clouds
Covered the sun
But I knew
That it was there,
I had the sky above
The world before me
And I didn't have a care.
For the moment
All was right
And I was content
Just to be,
The sky was so big
I was so small
But somehow
I felt free.
Life may be harsh
Cold, and hard
The world may not be
What it should,
But as I lay
Out under the sky
Right then
Life was good.
1 comment:
This poem nails the essense of contentedness. Sometimes nature helps us come back to simple reflection, I think.
My favorite lines are "But as I lay out under the sky right then life was good." I want to frame that and hang it on my wall or preface a book with that! You know that memoir I plan to publish any day now. :)
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