A Piece of Sky

I dreamed I caught a piece of sky,

I was worried that it may fall.

I held it tenderly in my hands,

Placed it in a crystal ball.

I welcomed it into my home,

Stored it high upon a shelf.

And watched in awe as it passed to me,

It’s message, from sky to self.

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A ray of sun to light the dark,

Tiny stars to wish upon,

A fluffy cloud to rest weary bones,

Long past the break of dawn.

The robins’ song to soothe my soul,

A crescent moon to bring a smile,

A spring rainfall to remind me that,

It’s okay to cry, every once in a while.

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And when there came an autumn breeze,

In the crystal it did blow.

And presented to me the beauty of change,

As the raindrops turned to snow.

I held the crystal in my hands,

As its cool chill warmed my heart.

I counted flakes as they did form,

In nature’s perfect art.

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I awoke to a familiar sound

Outside, among the trees.

The red-breast robin, loud and proud

Its feathers fluffing in the breeze.

I then looked up to see the clouds

And sun rays that painted the sky,

And told myself that when all seems bleak

I need only raise my eyes.