Clouds so low and heavy and dense
Pushing down on the bright sun?
Or is the sun rising against
The clouds, not to be undone?
Looming dark pushes down with a fight
As luminous sky extends,
The continuous battle of life
Or juggling act to the end.
Cornstalks stand tall and the landscape remains lush green
Regardless of the hovering intense dark gray,
A reflection of the optimistic belief
That life thrives and rises at the end of the day.
Just like the question that’s been asked before,
Is the glass half empty or half full, what do you believe?
There is no right or wrong answer for sure.
It is simply a matter of the lens through which you see.