Another Mood

It’s funny: when the sky is blue, I think
The world is beautiful, and life is there
For living, in what lucky days we have
To see and feel the sun, and be aware

Of what discoveries may be there yet
For us around each bend, beneath each tree.
For like a theater within a park,
Our settings are a scene within a place

That carries meaning out beyond its form.
We are the cast who’ve yet to read our lines:
For most, unwritten still, have yet to be
Committed to in as so much as thought.

But here, a comedy, a musical,
And colors on the stage, and pageantry —
This is the sky, and day, turned into life,
Another mood, a harmony, a joy.

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