His Mercy - Bunch Of Essays

It's right in front of me, right above my head - the flawless sky who smirks for being there for years and not wearing out. It nags me on looking older every day, I'm ugly - It is beautiful. I'm adorned with hair and dirt, looking straight at the sky which is blushing for being bejeweled with moon and stars - deep inside, I know that it possesses a lot more than me.