I saw it,
perfect orange and bright yellowish,
dressed with all splendor,
greeting each of the waves with a gentle touch.
I saw it,
and my mind could not define its color,
my spirit impressed by its magnificence,
too much to contemplate from it and be in awe for.
Many days of darkness,
many days as mirrors of sadness,
days of quietness,
days of darkness.
And still breathing is free,
smiling is not a burden,
and dreaming is hoping.
Sunsets are to be seen,
flowers to be smelled,
thunders to be heard,
stars to be recited to,
and oceans to be touched.
I lift up my eyes...
