The sky may be blue,
With white clouds floating overhead,

The grass may be green,
With dewdrops that spread,

Flowers may be blooming,
With a lacey petals on the edge,

But all you can see is,

A dark gray sky,
With storm clouds overhead,

Hard, brown grass,
That's dried up and dead,

Flowers that are wilted,
Drooping with dread,

The day may seem perfect to me,
But to you its something else.