when dawn is breaking
as silently we sleep
the sky is changing
from dark black to
orange red
the fowls start
to drenched the air
with their sweet cuckoo
doodle doo
as the sun slowly rises
to wake up you
the sky is blue now
as the sun is above
reigning supremely
all over and on top
then comes glorious
sunset ever so real
as the sun comes down
over that distant bridge
the hills and the mountains
and the valleys in between
will be dark and gray
till the moon beam reigns
color me the sky anytime
light reddish or orange
when I'm young and alive
bluish purplish when
middle age arrives
and black and gray
when old age comes
the sky has the records
of the moments of my life
the sky is an audience
during my sad
and happy times...
