The sky paints herself,
each day a new canvas.

She wants us to know how she's feeling;
what she's feeling.

Some days she is mellow and flows with the wind,
causing us to vaguely notice her.

Others, she feels live and joyous,
showing us her beautiful colors of pinks and purples.
orange and reds.


Yet at times she feels blue,
desiring us to discover her sorrows.
We gaze at the lonely sky

and weep.