Waking up this morning I walked outside ,
I looked up to the sky, admiring at its beauty ,
It's blue endless ends, the white clouds drifting slowly ,
It was peaceful, calm, beautiful and pleasing to look at ,
I wanted to fly, to savor this beauty up close, to feel it, to drift above the clouds,
It made me realise that was how life is ,
Life is beautiful, life is peaceful, people just have to see it that way ,
When things go bad, when nothing makes sense you just have to be patient ,
Even the sky has its bad days, the days when it storms, the dark clouds moving violently ,
Drifting, blocking the true sky, the lightening flashing brightly in the sky ,
The thunder roaring among the clouds ,
But they all drift away, they all vanish and the beauty always comes out ,
Whatever life throws at you, it is all a mask, so you wouldn't still see its beauty ,
Just like the storm goes so goes life problems,
You just have to wait it out, hang on, it will be fine.
A poem by Blessing Bola Joseph
I looked up to the sky, admiring at its beauty ,
It's blue endless ends, the white clouds drifting slowly ,
It was peaceful, calm, beautiful and pleasing to look at ,
I wanted to fly, to savor this beauty up close, to feel it, to drift above the clouds,
It made me realise that was how life is ,
Life is beautiful, life is peaceful, people just have to see it that way ,
When things go bad, when nothing makes sense you just have to be patient ,
Even the sky has its bad days, the days when it storms, the dark clouds moving violently ,
Drifting, blocking the true sky, the lightening flashing brightly in the sky ,
The thunder roaring among the clouds ,
But they all drift away, they all vanish and the beauty always comes out ,
Whatever life throws at you, it is all a mask, so you wouldn't still see its beauty ,
Just like the storm goes so goes life problems,
You just have to wait it out, hang on, it will be fine.
A poem by Blessing Bola Joseph
