At 30000 feet the words seem to float...
As if  suspended in the sky...
The wind scattered all of them..
And they became clouds...
Majestically gracing the horizon...
A real canvas...
Proof that the world is a poem...
We just need to read what we see around us...
In any season there are sonnets and verses surrounding us...
Right now I feel like floating out there...
The lake and the towns look just like drawings in a gigantic poetry book...
Where the blue sky is its cover and the clouds the beautiful verses that brighten my day...
For now i will let my soul play like a child who has received his first toy...
That is one of the secrets of life..
Treat everyday as if you were just a new born...
And look at the world as if you have never seen it before...
Life and the world are far from ideal...
It is up to each one of us to try and live as happy as we can...
Off I go...
I you see a cloud blocking the view of the moon...
That is probably me...
Trying to get more inspiration...