I can still
see the tinge
of grey in
the blue sky
above my head.

Such is the
nature of
this temporal
beauty--lovely,
but incomplete.

The sun still
shines on us
from so far
away, and the
leaves--it
pleases them
to be green--and
I, am I good
or beautiful?

I do not
know, but
I suppose
so.

God is kind
to make it
so I (or you)
cannot walk
in paradise, but
only imagine it.

How much
darker the
grey would
seem to us
then.