Sunshine, clouds, river, rain.
All things come from the sky.
When overhead you see a horizon,
Behind you the past flies by.
Memories can be roses,
That pierce and sting.
Or they can be the harmonies,
That make you want to sing.
As a beautiful day is experienced,
You want it never to dwindle,
But sometimes a beautiful day
Is only meant to last for a little.
Rain pouring, river flowing.
A flower wanting to grow.
Held in hands of worry,
In fear of letting go.
Emotion astir, a fever, a blur,
Fire surrounding and burning high.
What seems like forever in misery,
Is only a second in Heaven's eye.
A bird isn't meant to be in a cage,
But to fly in the open blue.
When overhead you see a horizon,
Another beautiful day is coming to you.
