• Looking through these heavenly eyes.
    The clouds seem to gather.
    The sky, this blueish-gray sky.
    The sun peeks over the clouds,
    To bring a shine and infinite rain to this land.
    Gliding out to an endless horizon,
    Crossing these manmade platforms,
    Who knows where the roots are?
    To fall, to dive deep into never-ending amythest purple.
    To wander free in these cloudy spires.