The piece of me that is the sky
flies within the blue, hopes with
the sun, believes the clouds.
Above, the piece watches me,
sends me to the sea to breathe,
scatters green, gifts wildflowers
like smiles. In the sky, a piece of me
flies, and within me lies ~
a perfect piece of sky.
well done,waiting impaciently for the next post.thanx
beautiful piece – i love the color of the sky.
‘Tis an ear bent to nature, an eye given to the heart of it, soars on high, sets us free.
A lovely observation, writ by one tenderly affected by the beauty of the nature surrounds her.