The Sky Song

The sky is clear
Blue was everything
But somewhere near the hills
Where the fiery ball is rising

The sky is crowded
Clouds are taking their places
Ready to start their day
By washing the Earth's grimes

The sky is wet
Droplets of liquid diamonds
Fall down from heaven
With the blessings of angels

The sky is calm
A bridge of hue forms
A light breeze comes
And blows the clouds home

The sky is streaked with golden lines
Drawn by a mysterious force
With powerful strokes of a brush
On the canvas that is the sky

The sky is smeared
With the evening twilight
The birds fly back home
Dotting the darkening picture

The sky sleeps
Little lights are lit up
For those who are afraid
Of the darkness before the dawn