The Sky

Most of the time the sky is a perfect shade of blue with just the right portion of fluffy white clouds shaped for amusement and always seemingly full of sunshine rays that beam happiness. Yet the same sky can form heavy dark clouds that allow droplets of rain to fall; it is almost balancing to know that the even the sky has happiness, hope, grief, pain, humility, and a little bit suffering. It reminds me of humanity. A small reality that nothing is perfect. Not even the sky.

But the sky always heals from its storms, no matter how bad they are. Humans, on the other hand; most never heal from their storms, but then again some do.