Blue
Skies blue,
red occasional few.
Never seen below,
but controlling many a tide.
Floating through life,
free of all anguish.
Glowing with guidance,
a creature followed rarely.
It’s free mind,
never staying behind.
Never restless, never lost,
happiness acquired without any cost.
Hands out reaching to distances unknown,
always making its current place home.
A blue life it seems would be sad,
a blue life always rejoicing to be had.
-SWB
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