From the Underside

I used to wonder if the undersides of Clouds got sad because they could never see the bright and shining sun-- and then it would rain. Or if Shoes ever get tired of carrying all of the weight of life and of being abused by the rough ground-- becoming rugged. Or if the Sand of the ocean ever feels pressured or like it's inescapably drowning underneath the superior majesties of colorful fish and sun rays. But then there came an instant when I realized Some Things are most beautiful from the Underside-- making them self-less and strong unlike everything else "above" them.