Sunset in Cala Tarida, Ibiza, last night.

Am I awake or am I dreaming?

I ask myself these days not rarely..

Wondering mother nature’s magic’s beaming

Shining skies, glowing purple like majesty

Purple means mourning, they say

Yes, she mourns over world’s despair

On the brink of a beautiful new day

Finding her grief, too heavy to bear

On the way to new beginnings

The color purple says it all

Independent, while comprehending many things

She returns from Spring to Fall

A compassionate spirit and energy

Presented every day in abundance

Bringing justice, for all beings are free

Bringing wisdom to strong daughters and sons.

Purple my favorite