Lately it feels like I’ve been trying to throw rocks at the sun.
Like reaching for a star in hopes I can pull it down and bottle it for you.  
Or asking a blue sky for lightning so I could get the energy to talk to you.  
Or an ocean to stay still just so I could walk across to you.
Hopeless.
And yet... why am I still throwing rocks?

The beautiful blue of the sky.

The Many shades of green clinging to the trees.

Every color changes throughout the day.

Each season brings new colors.

All a perception of the sun and your eyes.

Take a good look at the nature around

It is truly beautiful, even at its worst,

The sun will always come back around

Symboling a new beginning.

Through all the pain

Just remember there's always a new day.

A new beginning to a life worth living.