The Sky

I lie down on the grass,
And look up at the sky.
I think to myself,
That the clouds look like cotton candy,
As they drift by.

The blue of the sky,
Has an ethereal beauty.
A beautiful soft blue,
But powerful at the same time.
The meaning dazzles me.

A flock of geese fly through,
Like white spots on a blue canvas.
They fly in a v formation,
Like they will,
For millenia to pass.

And on the side of the picture,
There is a blinding spot.
The sun is occupying it.
Providing light for the earth,
It's the best light source we've sought.

Now though,
I have to go,
I can't stay any longer.
And daydream about the sky,
I have to think about tomorrow.

The End

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