The sky is full of it;
Soft sounds in the hue.
His eyes remind you of it,
A calm and never-ending blue.
The ocean reflects it,
As the waves move ever so lightly,
Like the bluish flowers in the light.
Its colors mirror the sky,
A truly beautiful sight.
In its journey, full of life and glee,
A butterfly can never see
The beauty of its own blue wings.
Its true colors only a heart can look through,
As its wings flutter out of view,
Into the bright blue sky over me and you.
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
The sky is full of it;
Soft sounds in the hue.
His eyes remind you of it,
A calm and never-ending blue.
The ocean reflects it,
As the waves move ever so lightly,
Like the bluish flowers in the light.
Its colors mirror the sky,
A truly beautiful sight.
In its journey, full of life and glee,
A butterfly can never see
The beauty of its own blue wings.
Its true colors only a heart can look through,
As its wings flutter out of view,
Into the bright blue sky over me and you.