I Always Look Up

Friendly skies of robin’s egg blue or darkened skies of impending storms, no matter what, I always look up.  Up is where the big birds glide on streams of air without flapping a wing.  Up is where the stars shine bright and planets appear when the mood fancies them.  Up is where balloons fly free and our spirits soar.  Though occasionally, I look forward or around and sometimes even down, for most of the time, I keep looking up.  It’s the place I send my wishes and my prayers and let them be carried on a breeze to where they’re supposed to go.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s