She feels grateful when she gazes toward the sky.
Her life appears hopeful; the warmth of the sun comforts
When she peers down, she feels the cold of her troubles,
all the world’s turmoil.
Tears, with no way to stop the flow.
When she looks upward, she only sees the calm, deep blue.
She doesn’t see the strife or the sad pool of reflection
in her eyes.
She doesn’t long for or feel remorse
for the mistakes that she’s made.
Life’s problems seem inconsequential.
It’s just a beautiful expanse that envelopes time.
A universe with a friendly hello; a strong connection
with what her inner nature has to say.
When she looks high, her life
seems to float above everything else;
above worry, unwanted memories,
her disappointing journey.
Life becomes nothing more, nothing less
than the graceful movement of the earth’s rotation
at its peaceful best.