When the whole world shouts,
It remains silent.
And when it shouts,
Makes the world silent.

Known as the "Son Of Universe",
But still greater than any verse.

Someone who sleeps over it,
Is a cloud, finding someone, who never rests.

Who never rests.
Is a mother,
Singing a lullaby to her child,
In the nights of Summer,
And the winters are mild.

Mild winters turn up the eyes,
Up to where the clouds lie.

It is a Pink Sky.

Mystical cosmic brush strokes of sprinkles,
Pink marshmallows and blue cotton candy
Left streaks across the sky, so magnificent
Each puff of cloud glowed as if kissed by a unicorn
The sun simmers softly below the horizon
painting the sky pink