Cloudless skies as far as the eye can see
Pale blue space with shifting rays of light,
A metaphor for life as we wish it to be
Pleasant sunny weather with no storms.
With the wisdom of the many mountains
Towering above hills and valleys below,
Letting changing weather pass every day
Like the passions inhabiting beings hearts.
As the weather passes mountains clear or stormy
So beings must let their passions flow and pass,
What often ignites the fires of passions today
Flows into oblivion tomorrow as things change.
Peace and freedom come when passions pass
And strong emotions have cooled and faded,
Like expanse of cloudless skies across horizons
Beings are free when they feel no rancor.