Masterpiece

Thu, 08/06/2015 - 12:17 -- Shemia

The sun peaks through the sky as if revealing the mantled pieces of the universe

Today I realized everything is part of me

Waking up ready for the imperfection of the world

Not shameful of saying this is where I stay

This is where I call home

Honestly if you’ve seen the way the sun kisses my skin

As my eyes light up at the scenery

 

A natural artist at work

The Golden hue of the blue sky

Brings the warmth and comfort that is most wanted

Green stained grass paints the hill tops

Breathing in the air of contentment

As my eyes look over the master piece

Stripped from its title

Earth

Universe

 

You’ve brought such life

The people you carry

Cradle them in your arms

As a women with her child

Somedays you may feel trampled on

Our people tread to find the connection to it all

To this breathe taking sensation

Knowing that this exists

When all is said and done we lay down fast to sleep

Trusting that this rotational pull will keep us centered

 

Night falls

Slowly but surely the moon as vibrant as the sun

Guides those that are lost

This is where I live

This is where I call home

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Our world
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