There's a certain kind of calm
that radiates from people who like the sky.
Who just sit down to appreciate it
until it makes them cry.
Who aren't burdened by worry.
Who aren't scared of what will be.
Who just lay down to focus on
all the beautiful things that they can see.
Like mountains and valleys.
Sunsets and trees.
Who unlock the source of happiness,
without a man-made set of keys.
But with calm.
Stillness.
A risk in wanting more.
There's a certain kind of calm
and I've never felt like that before.
Meeting you would make the sun jealous.
The moon would wave goodbye.
Because there's a certain kind of beauty
in those who love appreciating the sky.
Dancing in the rain.
Running in a field were sunflowers
all turn to look at you so pretty.
So healed.
Drinking hot tea in a garden.
Reading peacefully by a lake.
There's a certain kind of calm
that my anxiety could never take.
Time doesn't exist there.
The future isn't full of fear.
Maybe I'm irrational,
or maybe things have never been more clear.
The sunrise is so understanding.
The waterfall is so full of hope.
Maybe I'm irrational,
or maybe this is a better way to cope.
So as I'm sitting watching the sunset,
there's a certain kind of calm.
That only comes from your hand.
And the way it kisses my palm.
