Life is Beautiful

Life is beautiful,
If the eyes would and could see;
Beyond these broken buildings..

There lies an orange and yellow sky,
The dying sun that cuddles;
With its lukewarm ray,
A satin midnight blue blanket,
With tiny pearls;
Eating away the dying sun,
Yet, its magical and not sorrowful..

A world so far stretched,
Every finding beyond the line,
Drawn between the sky and earth,
By the Great One above,
Varies within each person,
Depending on the heart's will,
To explore or limit oneself...

Life is beautiful,
If the eyes will penetrate or recreate;
Beyond these vandalized walls...