We float through clouds
red crimson sunrise
heavenly sunsets.
Cobalt waters,
budding green fields,
we are consumed by the magic.
We lie on the floor,
our senses sweeping us away,
like waves in the ocean.
Childlike we float even though
our feet are grounded.
We feel the butterflies of our soul
take flight,
inspired by beauty and grace.
Last week on our trip to Seattle we were amazed at the Dale Chihuly Museum which took our breath away.
My son and I were on the floor taking in the Persian Ceiling which was simply gorgeous.
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