Birds flew, free and high
Swirling and wishing through clouds in the sky,
The blue glow bearing down into my eyes.
The clouds so white and perfect, floating and disappearing.
The sun it rests, the birds flying to their nest,
Blue turns to pink, orange and sinks, into the depths for a short rest.
Oh blue sky; you are so high, no-one to touch you to make you cry,
Perfect and free, one big entity, for us all to see.