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