A Perspective

Little things

Just the smallest things

Waking up to a promised sunrise

To breathe air that is granted freely

Though without these things we would fall to demise

Feeing nothing but the cold veil of an empty existence


So why do we continue?

Looking in front of me

See this promise of a new day

To take in chilled air, not of granted freedom

But of a new beginning

Just realize that we are all just strugging


Realize that, without these things

Without actully seeing this sun rising before me

Seeing all the colour

Seeng every ripple in the sky

how the lavender and tints of passion mark the sky with grace every mornng

and how the setting of the same motion of life graces everyday on this Earth

With an art peice


We just have to see



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