Always amazed by the changing sky,
Maybe I’m the poet you pass by.
Colors dance as the day waves goodbye,
Whispers of verses in clouds up high.

Sky blushes pink, I wander by,
of drifting dreams now singing,
through fireflies that dance and fly,
The wind hums softly, a lullaby.

Raindrop on a leaf, I’m loaded by,
of murmured verses singing,
A bird is chirping from its nest nearby,
And I’m drowning in this life I’m bringing.

Trying the best I could, hanging,
though a lot of times I’m failing.
Close my eyes to see pure white,
I’m just looking at the sky so white.