Happy to be in this world for some reasons.

The beautiful sunset painted by the master painter…

Poem about a beautiful sunset to a picture with darken clouds and shaded seas,with the sun like a golden eye in the sky…

Were just islands in the sky.

I think we all feel like this sometimes.

A poem.

A 60 word story.

A poem about the ending of the moon as it phases out.

A decision is not always the easiest to find!

All cannot be sunshine. A little rain must fall, but then the gray clouds make us appreciate the cotton candy clouds more. And actually, I enjoy the rain. It cleans the earth and brings a fresh “after the rain” scent, but the clouds after wards were spectacular. I could not help but marvel at the sky’s beauty.