-Dad, what does the sky do so that it can look so beautiful? - the little child asked
The father, confident of his knowledge and calmed by the wonderful view, answered:
-It does not do a thing, son. The sky just is.
-Just is?- asked the kid, who did not understand his father's answer.
-You see, my son -said the man- everything just has to be in order to be the way it is. For instance, your mom. She is beautiful the way she is. No need of make up, fancy clothes nor plastic surgery. Just by being herself, she is like that beautiful sunset we can see just right now.
-So, just like the sky, we just have to be?
-You get it now, son. Be like the sky and show your wanders to the world, by letting yourself go by the flow of life.
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PoetryJust my thoughts and feelings trying to be expressed in creative and sensitive ways♡