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
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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
