Above the head was a feather-covered whitish cloud,
About half of the sun peeked out,
Or maybe was laying around,
Hands stretched, laying peaceful its head on the cloud’s irregular edges,
And this soft cotton cloud,
Clinging to the vast blue sky,
Another cotton cloud,
Was trying to fly, flow maybe a little,
Align with the dark rainy clouds,
All of these, just staying there with the vast blue sky,

This vast blue sky,
A seeming bridge between the lost destination,
Towards the home you seek,
And right above your head, at this present moment,
Still the persistent blue sky,
Present, and going along,

And in this journey between care, love or complete strangeness,
This sustainable bond,
Through unexplored pathways,
Sky keeps intact,

So if you might feel alone,
Or have to venture out into a cumbersome way ahead,
Just remember to look up,
Through the dark or whitish clouds,
You will find this blue sky accompanying you, Always,
With clear perspectives,
A blue-ray guiding you ahead and forward!