Perspective in Training

Belief shapes the eye and the sun shapes the sky Forever in love with the ground we walk on Frames catch no names and my pictures catch no fame And in my troubled perspective, I have been lost In the green that meets the trees And in the shimmer that meets the seas I still marvel at the map that is the night sky In this complex world of ours, I live amongst clouds And the sky comes falling down once in a while Forever is a test and faith remains the best way To walk with my head high, I’ve found So when the leaves meet my hand and my feet meet the sand My pencil runs through paper like the air does through me