In simple minutes I was drawn to you,
a walk, a stroll – complimentary blue.
If told to find the cloud in this sweet sky,
One might imagine naysayers do cry.
Soak in an energy drives home our soul
Believe in the elegance in a summer whole.
I do dance in the steaming heat of victory,
to know that Grace offers my humanity.
Oh to wonder the how and why of a universal
atmosphere we could stand to embrace all