A patch of blue in the wall of grey

Steeling across the wide sky

White edge illuminated in the long rays

Of a weak autumnal sun

Around the density of grey abounds

Thick, moist, it lays upon the morning

But this Oasis is above me

Opening the heavens to a sea of pure azure

Delight of dawn’s rays

The eye of a mountain storm

The trees and sway and dance

In anxious premonition

Foreboding in their leafy harmonies

I sit serene in the well of blue

The future will be, the present is my only possession

-And it is beautiful 

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