Hey, when you read this, think of the words and think of what they are. Picture it, I mean. It's really more of a picture in your head than anything.
I got this idea, by the way, driving down the road, and I looked up at sun-setting sky. There was a cloud up there, and it looked exactly like a little baby with his arms outstretched toward the heavens. :3
Reach up to kiss the sky today
A child in the clouds
As all the time you play and play
The sky grows pink and warm
Of gold and fire the crimson heart
Is touched by those so young
And showers tumble down to kiss
And droplets, cold and sweet, to them have clung
The heavens sigh in calm morose
As crimson turns to blue
But shining bright and upward rose
A frosted veil of hope
For soon shall rise the children
And the sky will blush- enraptured
They'll sing and dance and send a kiss
The sky has joyously captured.
A child in the clouds
As all the time you play and play
The sky grows pink and warm
Of gold and fire the crimson heart
Is touched by those so young
And showers tumble down to kiss
And droplets, cold and sweet, to them have clung
The heavens sigh in calm morose
As crimson turns to blue
But shining bright and upward rose
A frosted veil of hope
For soon shall rise the children
And the sky will blush- enraptured
They'll sing and dance and send a kiss
The sky has joyously captured.
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