CLEAR, CLEAR, SKY

What pictures are there when a sky is clear,

Is it just emptiness or a mind closed without imagination.?

Take a look and into it, you’ll see,

What’s beyond if you’ll only dream.

The wind is there as it swirls with power,

Without clouds, it is less observed.

Perhaps way up high a bird flies by,

A jet on a journey to some other land.

There’s a brightness to a sky that is clear,

You can see for miles if you open your mind to what’s up there.

When night falls in a clear, clear, sky,

Look up and see all there is to be.

Keith Garrett