We all learned,
the grass is as green as the sky is blue,
but the sunset and sunrise seems to make this untrue.
Now I ask you,
have you heard the tale of the sky?
I can tell you for I have seen it with my eyes,
one day,
there comes a time,
where each of us begin to die,
and where does your spirit flow,
into the wind,
into the skies,
like how your blood is blue until it touches the outside,
the sky is as blue,
as the blood that swims through,
when the sun begins to leave,
the sky becomes purple to grieve ,
this is where the blue and red blood interweave,
eventually the sky goes a rosey pink
and then when the sun has left in a blink,
it gets too dark to even think,
in the night it is blackened blue,
and in the morning it becomes new,
while new souls pass back and forth,
the sky you see is our life force,
transferring lost souls,
and filling the found ones with life,
the sky has many purposes,
besides holding the sun moon and stars,
the sky lives to serve us,
the sky is full of scars,
why on tragic days the sky shines beautifully,
to show us hope is not something to of forgotten,
so now you know the story of the sky,
and you will meet with it the day you die,
and the ones you love will watch you fly.
