A dark cloud, not angry, just an early morning formation, a soft pink hue on its fluffy underbelly, is just now waking up as it floats by
I gaze past the light gray atmosphere of this new dawn to a place where the sun is already shining, where skies are blue and crystal clear
And as my sun happily rises, I imagine your smile now glowing on this buttermilk horizon, illuminating every dark cloud to once again make this *a beautiful day