the sky

 
 
Every sky in the morning is blue like the ocean,
Floating high above lands like celestial seas.
Birds and bees cannot soar that high,
Only the beautiful, heavenly sky.

When darkness comes, it changes to black,
And when there is rain, a flamboyant rainbow blazes.
When winter arrives, snow covers it,
Then, when summer comes, I fall in love with its succulent taste.

Every sky at crepuscule is lavender and orange,
Pulsating enlessly like a joyous heart.
And a tinge of turquoise glimmers dimly,
The sky's colors attract those lonesome strollers.