Skies
Skies
Dawn is here.
The sky is gray... and white.
The mixture;
is a thousand shades
of shadow and Light.
It is cold, and not.
It is beautiful...,
and it is eternally free.
The birds are early.
They are waiting for...
the bees
to wake the trees,
to start the world,
over and anew.
The water in the river...
is flowing still,
ever until the end.
So many asking so much,
of what there is,
and thankful for little.
Yet, there is...
more,
to be thankful
for.
The bridge (to heaven) is empty,
this time of day.
No one going anywhere.
They... just stay. (home)
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