Still There

Come morning,
I stepped outside.
And inhaled deeply
Taking in a breath
Of fresh air.

Then I looked up,
And the sky was still there.
Despite my troubles;
It hadn’t fallen or, somehow,
Mysteriously vanished.

And, to boot,
The sun was shining
‘Pon the beautiful flowers
And with the hint of a rainbow
Across the sky.

All, seemingly to say,
He who sustains us
Will do the same for you.

(c) 2014 w. salley