If we could change the colour of the sky
what would it be?
Would it be one, not of colour, but of night?
Or paint it the colours of a rainbow with a trick of light?
Have its colours changed by butterflies and the buzzing of bees
Whilst we serenely listen to the gentle whisper of a light breeze?
For this is one thing that will never fade or die
though to know would be to question why.
So until the stars disappear from above our heads
and we continue to dream when we're safe asleep in our beds
always beam a smile when you see a butterfly flutter by
for it is they we must thank for giving us the wonderful blue sky.
- Except today because it’s raining.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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