Whenever I look up to the sky, I can see that there are stories in the clouds being told, being painted and acted out.
Out in the breeze blowing sweet fragrance of petal blossoms, options remind us that our wings can carry us on forever.
Forever found in the rain, the clean scent of rebirth, of horizons yet to explore, of hope and growth.
Growth toward these glistening rays, like lighthearted laughter on forgiving days when fleeing heat and rain, cease and pay tribute to life’s glorious creation.
Creation and destruction both blend into one in nature’s arms and there is beauty in that that men refuse to see, their eyes blind to it.
It impedes and recedes, ebbs and flows, as seasons turn, our beauty grows, scars from past that have long since healed leave marks, of beauty, unrevealed.
Unrevealed but present evermore in the ocean’s rise and fall, in the moonlight’s caress, in the cathedrals of the earth.
Earth like ashes we return, to that point where eyesight meets sweet soliloquy’s written in beauty’s reverence.
Reverence for all my eyes behold, my heart so full of beauty, my soul aglow with the peace she sings so sweetly.
Sweetly smiling at eyes so surprised by the light she shines that they will never forget her gentle love, heard in whispers from the skies above.
Beautiful collaboration between @heartofmuse and @argumentsfromwithin
