Some say the sky is too blue
it should be a different kind of hue
maybe lighter or slightly brighter
maybe darker, like a royal blue marker
but when I see the sky
I see stars about to cry,
raindrops on there way down
sunlight forming a golden crown
just waiting for the right time
to light your life and mine
I see endless space
to run life's race
I see freedom for the mind
from the worldly grind
I see poetry yet to be
and artwork yet to see
the moment of creation
infinite glories of a nation
of people powered by love
and in awe of the sky above.

eb. 29-07-2004