Magic of the Sky

The sun, the moon, the stars, the view.

The sky.

I say it’s magical.

The way the sun melts away, leaving behind a beautiful array of colour, that changes every time.

The way a sunset always brightens up my day, because it gives me hope to start again.

The way it lets the moon shine throughout the night, and the stars glow a little brighter.

I love meeting it half way and watching it change as the time fly's by.

I love how I see it everyday, yet it always makes me more amazed.

I love capturing its beauty in any way. A memory stored in the brain, a photo taken, or a painting that won’t fade away.

Every sunset is an opportunity to reset, and every sunrise is the start of a new sentence, a new page or new chapter, that you may not always expect.

It’s the places where I feel the happiest and where I feel the saddest.

It’s where I go when I feel alone and what I think about when I’m sat at home.

Looking up at the sky, whether it’s outside or to the blank ceiling I see when I’m tired. It’s always there with me.

Through day, through night. Through the brightest times and the darkest. Through restless nights, and event filled days.

I give thanks to the sky.

It knows my pain, my tears, my truth. It knows my heart, my smile, my laugh. It knows me and it brings me closer to my higher self.

The sky. It’s a beautiful and magical view created by spirit, by god, by the devine being above.