Oh as the world moves to the seasons of the Sun

And the sky changes throughout the day

Fist a yelloworange to the brightest blue to peach and then darkness

Even on the gloomy days

The clouds offer such beauty in the sky

Wouldn't it be nice?

If we all stoped

And stared

Up 

Up 

Up 

Into the sky

To see the world in a better light.

To see the beauty of the world.