look up to the sky,
till it is nothing but a crowd,
a crowd of misty dreams,
a sky of puffy clouds.
look down to the ground,
till it is nothing but a bed,
a bed of history long forgotten,
a rendition of what lays ahead.
look at the horizon,
the perfection of where they merge,
the love they share with each other,
feel its power surge.
now look in the mirror, at yourself
till it becomes nothing but glass
unite yourself with who you see,
become in your ocean the wrasse.
look at yourself like you look
at nature's wonders,
look at your outer self with love,
not forgetting the beauty of what's under.