The Sky

The colors of the sky Matches to the shadows of the eye When one is blue The other one is too But as the lives go by With nothing more than a sigh One looks up high to see What color the sky would be Standing strong as the winds pass through The clouds pass by as if nothing new Letting the light shine As the humans dine Only crying when one would die For the sky doesn’t deny And keeps its smile the next day For the humans, it shows the way Of a free soul, and mind Never looking behind But a waiting for what the next will bring Working under the same King