I Want to Be Like the Sky

Even when storm clouds rush in,
the sky somehow pulls in every beautiful color of the world
and paints itself anew, as if nothing ever happened.
Even after thunder so loud it feels like the sky might shatter,
the next morning it clears up—
calm, clean, and untouched.
Its resilience is remarkable.
No matter how shaken, it always finds its way back to peace.
That day, I thought to myself:
I want to be like the sky.
We look up at the sky for comfort,
especially when our hearts feel heavy.
We watch the clouds drift away,
hoping for a rainbow to rise.

sky, resilience, peace