REACHING FOR THE BLUEST SKY

REACHING FOR THE BLUEST SKY

I sometimes wondered about the how and the why
that people seemed to be reaching for the bluest sky.
At last I realized why so many answered nature's call
when I discovered the beauty and the wonder of it all.

It was a sunny day on the beach, with the ocean breeze
softly stirring the air around me, I could not bear to leave.
I lay down on the blanket and so briefly closed my eyes,
then I opened them to see the bluest of the bluest skies.

Peace was found there at the ocean that beautiful day.
Troubles and cares just seemed to float up and away.
I was lost in enchantment, the time slipped quickly by
as I watched the setting sun replace the bluest of sky.

With a palette of color the master painter made His mark
and the sky turned from heavenly blue to a hue rather dark.
Yet I shall remember, though the coming years pass along,
the deep peace that I felt knowing that life is really a song.

A song to be sung when this old world needs some cheer,
will be heard when ever the sky is bluest and ever so clear.
Open your eyes and heart to the most glorious sight of all
when the blue skies you are reaching for beckon and call.

Countrymom
3/5/2010