Isn’t it a wonder
How sometimes the sky
Looks like the sea
The slow drifting of the clouds
Like gentle waves
Where ships pass through
Traversing jets and airplanes
Across the deep, deep blue
It’s such a wonder
How we have gossamer wings
Beautiful things
To look up and down to
And yet
The color of sadness
Is only the kind of blue
We ever train ourselves to see.