I Thank the Heavens Up Above.
In the morning sun I rise, gazing out at my prize, a view that takes my breath away. I stand and stare, in quiet wonder, as I feel my gratitude thunder. For the gift of this view, so pure, my heart will always be sure.
“Nature’s art, always in motion, my view, it fills my soul and makes me feel completely whole.”
I took action like a sweetheart, the art was becoming too esthetic. I couldn’t stop thinking about the art, it was just so old and poetic. He tried to distract me with a mart, said him, “her mind had become too pathetic.”
I nosedived like a rare chart, my mind became dangerously sympathetic. As I look to the art,
