The Sky darkens.
Teardrops fall from it clouds.
The clouds are like eyes.
When they cry.
Tears fall to the ground.
Sometimes it makes a sound.
The sky is just like one of Us.
The sky can cry.
The Sky can feel.
The sky can laugh.
The sky can scream.
The Sky can smile
The sky is one of us.
What a lovely notion! I shall
What a lovely notion! I shall think differently of the sky from now on! Lovely!
If its possible, no matter what it always starts with a dream!