Wide open spaces,
Often seen as barren places,
Sharing hues of gray and blue,
As a storm comes passing through.
Like the thoughts that wrack my mind,
Wrapped up in place and time,
Solace in the high desert,
What could be more pleasant?
The wind, it blows and buffets,
Low plants that grow in tuffets,
The junipers dance and sway,
As the sky gives way to day.
Clouds leaden with welcome moisture,
This world is my oyster,
Let them spill with rain,
And wash away all pain.
For today is a fresh start,
Everyday, in my beating heart,
I'll watch the changing sky show,
Until the night begins to glow.
My world will slow down,
Night creatures will abound,
Soon it will be the next day,
Life going on in it's own way.
There will be another sky show,
This for certain, I know,
Omnipresent is the gift,
Fleeting and so swift.
Don't pass by what is near,
Listen to what you hear,
Calmness sits in every storm,
Let it keep you safe and warm.
© Tramps Camp
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