the sky is so very blue today.
a deep, mysterious blue, speaking to me in words of pure, gold-spun truths.
the sky was telling me about the constallations, stealing her show.
and about the crisp summers mornings that it greets, when people marvel at the sight of red, orange and yellow hues.
the sky is a stage to these amazing, bewildering sights.
the sun and moon and stars are the dancers, piroeting in thier fame.