• maniishark 23w


    When clouds hover above,
    replicating the chaos inside.

    When the breeze is turbulent,
    daring you to fly high.

    When the soil is damp,
    resembling the moist eyes.

    When the fields are green,
    hiding complexities of existence.

    When the skies pour,
    challenging your might.

    When the sun manages to shine through,
    unafraid of the dark night. 

    That's when you spot the rainbow,
    beautiful and precious as life.