Oh,
to look upon,
the sky.
How such,
alters the eye.
Beauty,
forever inscribed.
For,
be I,
but a being.
But,
a being,
tethered to seeing,
this sky,
for a second.
Be it,
forever different.
For,
yet has sight,
captured,
the same sky,
twice.
Yet,
have I looked,
upon such,
absent the ability to be,
surprised.
Oh,
to cry.
To be,
inspired,
when such,
meets the eye.
To,
truly treasure,
such.
Be this,
one's only,
why.
For,
I must wonder,
who am I?
Who am i,
to be,
forever tethered,
to this,
intimate existence?
For,
I feel as if,
I was born,
to forever experience.
For,
one's eyes,
to be blessed,
by such divinity.
Oh,
be there,
no place,
one rather be.
Oh,
Sun.
Oh,
how your heat,
alters my simplicity.
How,
the wholeness of your energy,
becomes,
me.
Becomes,
my very being.
Each,
ray displays amazement.
Each,
rise,
becomes an undefinable,
moment in time.
Oh,
to be,
I...
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