sky

Beholdthe azure sea in front of you,the turquoise sky above you,the amber mountain beneath your feet,and the golden daisy in your hands.How are you not the richest person on earth?

I have relinquished all that ties me to the world, but the one thing that still haunts me is the beauty of the sky

The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.

The afternoon had passed to a ghostly gray. She was struck by the immensity of things, so much water and sky and forest, and after a time it occurred to her that she__ lived a life almost entirely indoors. Her memories were indoor memories, fixed by ceilings and plastered white walls. Her whole life had been locked to geometries: suburban rectangles, city squares. First the house she__ grown up in, then dorms and apartments. The open air had been nothing but a medium of transit, a place for rooms to exist.

Nature is the guardian of Africa. While the sun lights the African sky in day time, the moon begs the world to help her lighting Africa in the night

As dawn leaks into the sky it edits out the stars like excess punctuation marks, deleting asterisks and periods, commas, and semi-colons, leaving only unhinged thoughts rotating and pivoting, and unsecured words.

The sky is a meadow of wildstar flowers.

Some call me nature, others call me Mother Nature. ... How you choose to live each day, whether you regard me or disregard me, doesn't really matter to me. One way or other, your actions will determine your fate, not mine. I am nature. I will go on. I am prepared to evolve. Are you?

Winters are a desolate time where all senses are wiped away, and here in Canada, this is especially true. All smells are sucked clean from the air, leaving only a harsh, icy crispness. Colours are stripped away, leaving a stark white landscape, a sky which stays black at night and gray in the day, a world of only three shades. Stay outside too long, and your hands will get so cold that they__l go numb and turn red, like the claws of a lobster. During a whiteout, even sight itself is reduced to nothingness.

The blue of the sky is one of the most special colors in the world, because the color is deep but see-through both at the same time.

The sky was low and broody, but from here, near the treeline, you could see the forest rolling down into the valley, the lake tucked away like a pocket mirror.

I adore the sky wearing rainbow shawl of love for the birds so that they could fly free in warmth after the storm

White clouds, blue sky.

Around them, sky and air wove the ancient song of the meeting place of earth and sea__ave-rush on the shore, gulls mewing and sobbing. No more bells, except a last dying peal from Fara.

The sky is an enormous man.

Dream big, Dream to fly.. Let your zeal speak for you! Work passionately,And smile to each blissful morning.Make your life a reason.. To reach for the sky!

The Truth is, __ne sky, all human's !

Instead of the birds of the sky and beast of the field, the gods were more than men because Man needed them to be, for what could the world be if Man were the best of all creatures?