Blue and True

Its the tired eyes, that wearily rise, looking heavenwards, leaving the heathen and innards, the yonder look catches wool, and blue of the wool, its crashing plain where wool is not in spool, plain is slate,yellow,orange and red, enveloping this all is gold, the sun rays are heat, as they kiss the earth, and tired gazer, closing in on his miseries, and still turning the heat, a concentrated gaze, establishes the link, between eyes and the blue, now the tired gazer smiles a bit, comforted and puffed, soon he gets his cool, and evens out the temperature of his soul, this is nature's blue, and this one is really true.