The Perfect Day

Today, the sky was blue.
There was no cloud in the sky,
Only birds were flying up high,
Cheerfully, freely, without worries.
The sky was picturesque
Like a painting that tells a thousand stories.
But something was missing, something was amiss
But I couldn’t find that missing piece.

Today, the wind blew freely.
Brushing against my cheek softly.
It rings the wind chimes, creating a sense of peace.
Is this the reality? Or is this a dream?
It feels like I’m in paradise, in a bliss.
Transporting me into another place, another realm.
But again, something was not here, not present.
And I wonder what is the reason of this occurrence?

Today, the sun was shining brightly.
As it rose, the sky was golden yellow.
It shone bravely as if saying a loud hello.
As it set, the sky was a beautiful orange and purple.
It is something simple but yet the view is indescribable.
The day moves, like the changing of seasons.
But why is that something still missing?
Even though the day had come to a close?

Today seemed like a perfect day.
The sun, the sky and the wind.
But I am still finding that missing something.
And alas, I have finally found it.
It is the imperfectness of the world that is missing.
To make today such a perfect day.
Even though there may not be a perfect day in life.
I’m still waiting for that perfect day to arrive.