Live a long life,
the clouds say.
Count all your
blessings,
the winds whisper.
There’s a healer
among us
and we won’t
recognize his name
or the good that he does
unless we change
our perceptions.
And so it is written
in swirling clouds
that seem to form
valuable messages
that only an open mind
could decipher.
©️mft
Crow On The Wire 
Amen! To that! That is awsome
Thank you Irene.
A great poem at that of course!
Thanks, Peter. 🙏
You’re welcome. Do have an enjoyable weekend!
You, too.
We should all take more time to lay in the grass, looking up with an open mind, to see what the universe has to tell us.
Yes, Angela. Take the time to get a blanket and relax in the park. 😎