Blessed are the meek
What you see is not what it is, It is much beyond. Behind the smoke There is a colourful bloom. At the moment it's smoke, It's anxiety and worry. Just take a moment and believe That the smoke is about to subside And die, The bloom is to be visible. Don't mistake that bloom Just appeared from no where. It was in the process all along, But what you saw was just the smoke! Trust, when you can't see. The magic is in brewing... Rejoice in everything, And joy will dawn upon you. "Blessed are the meek, For they shall inherit the earth."