What does the sky do
In-between the rainfalls?
When the clouds go away
And the day tires and stalls
When the time stands still
The birds too tired to call
Sometimes I do wonder
What he is doing after all

Airplanes make him itchy
Bright kites make him grin
Breezes sing their lullabies
He scratches the sun’s chin
For in-between the rainfalls
Is for contemplating on life
Nothing can be dwelt upon
In tempest's storms of strife