Sky Canvas
Have you ever felt the weight of the world?
Is it piled high on your shoulders, crushing your spirit?
Like concrete slabs stacked on a tiny frame.
But look up. See the clouds
A canvas of white, grey, cotton candy dreams.
They drift and shape-shift, unburdened.
They don't know worry.
They don't know fear.
Just the wind, whispering tales, urging them on.
They're storms, they're sunlit puffs,
They're whispers of rain and promises of peace.
They cover the sky, an endless expanse of possibility.
Imagine that.
Imagine feeling light,
Imagine letting go of all the heaviness.
See, we're like those clouds,
Changeable, powerful, and capable of holding more
Then we think we can.
So let go.
Let the wind carry you.
Transform.
Be the cloud, be the storm,
Be the freedom that fills the sky.
Be free.
Be like the clouds.
Be like the clouds.
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