Soul Serenity

A field of grass converts into a bed of distress when I glance at the infinite sky The clouds sailing like white ships in the ocean of the heavens guided by the blow of the universe I snap a photo of this beauty with my eyes and I shut them tight The image is a seed and my mind is the soil In the future, when you want to start a fire again, I will close my eyes and stare at the sky My skin will burn and I will melt My ashes dissipate into the atmosphere carried by the wind but my soul will evaporate into the promised land with guidance from the Sun