The sky is but a purple haze. Afar a glimmer of sun appears The crispy quiet, a steady calm, has lain its peace upon the land. The moon, he rests at noon and turns his face to where his lover shines and hails the life that she will bring. I see them speak as parents, when their children sleep, whisper a word unheard that brings an understanding smile, which warms their hearts in times of cold brought on through life’s dismays and promises a brighter world.
“If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; and in that case the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive man.” -C.S. Lewis