Strawberries Are Red
And the sky keeps falling upon us.
These are the days which should be full of sun and sand and waves and welcoming winds. Instead they are cloud covered bleak foggy snails which weave their trail from noon till noon.
Is this barrier of pouring rain in front of us and inside us real? Or is it and imposition in our deepest soul? A painting on our mind's canvas?
Never mind whether it is real or not. We should and we will break free from it. We will resurrect under a new sun. New born creatures with a scream of our first deep breath on our lips.
We will yell with a voice so crystal clear and bright: "Free, finally free!"
FOPP - still remain and will remain!
Image Credit » https://pixabay.com/en/strawberry-red-berry-ripe-fresh-403357/ by Lemark