The sky.
Is it Blue or is it Green?
It has to be looked at to be seen.
Even then I'm not to sure.
So I look again, to see the score.
Upon turning around and looking again.
I see its not exactly the same.
So through my mind goes the thought,
I wonder what colour I realy cought?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem