Leaves have left their skinny branches to survive on themselves in this winter weather. They're not the best of companions are they? Not 'til death parts us. Not for sickness and for health. Not forever I'll stand by you. Rants of rubbish are those I speak of.
The sun took turns to have a peek through this windy breeze. Lighten us with warmth and fuzzy feeling. Gaze at the wide blue skye, you'd realise how blessed you are to feel alive. Live life to the fullest. Yet, they don't tell us how.
But for now, let the skye brightens our days. The day of days. Just for this moment, appreciates the beautiful blue painting on God's infinite canvas. The Simple life.
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