I look up at the sky of blue,
And I wonder if it's really true.
If the sky was green before it grew,
That is the question I ask of you.
Or was it orange or maybe red,
Or is it blue, because it's sad?
I see different colors when it's time for bed,
There are so many questions in my head.
But I'm glad it's no longer green,
Because a green sky, I've never seen.
And it just wouldn't seem as clean,
As the sky of blue we've always seen.
3/12/11 Alton Texas
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