Soft

Earlier this morning, I awoke to yellow. It was a soft yellow; Yellow cherry blossoms. . Now, Blue's blankets are gone. He stretches - endlessly. And white planes' ribbon-trails Draw cuts in the canvas. . Why is the sky so soft? . Soon, it'll all catch on fire. Quietly and slowly, Displays of flames will burn, While Blue - he slips away. . Black soot will surely spread In that grand fire's wake. It, too, will be so soft. It'll be mysterious. . Why is the sky so soft? . In that soot will shine lights. They will shine so brightly. Those lights are promises. Pledges for tomorrow.