Blue Sky Thinking
Some people say the sky’s not really blue
And the moon was never made of green cheese,
That Clangers and their whistling is a myth
And pocket money doesn’t grow on trees.
But tell a child the sky isn’t blue,
That the moon isn’t really made of cheese,
Or say the Clangers never make a sound
And watch how childhood withers in the breeze.
The sky is full of wonder and we know
The astronomic miracles of space,
The moon is rock and Clangers don’t exist
But does this really have to be the case?
So for a child the sky is azure blue,
Wallace and Gromit proved the moon is cheese,
The Clangers whistle happily all day
And pocket money really grows on trees.
I tried to touch the sky but failed to find
A barrier high above beside the moon.
I found that space is everywhere and so
The means to travel there can’t come too soon.
For somewhere else I know the sky is blue
And stars are diamonds in a velvet sky,
A planet full of Clangers does exist
And childhood magic lives to make reply.
Too soon reality will take its toll
When adult life will burden me and you,
A gentle fairytale will ease the pain
If you believe the sky is really blue.
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