Magic In The Skies

There is a strange movement swirling around in the sky, bringing down showers of rain, soaking the dry thirsty earth, leaving puddles and pools on the surface of the ground, filling up rivers and streams all over the town, blocking the entrance of the city and filling up all the gullies and flooding out the territories. A strange sound is coming from the ground; it is burning mankind conscience with guilt of old and reveal tales of the people that lived in the sky for a thousand years before the universe die. I saw them in my dreams hundreds of them gather around the stream, fanning the fire to warm their bodies and making coffee before the break of dawn. There are strange people living among us, they come from the galaxy far away from us and when my spirit is in distress they swarm the heavens in droves and sing melodious songs to comfort my soul. I can feel them all the time and this how I know that life is divine and success comes with time. There is magic in the sky spilling pigments of old in the clouds, it is the secret of the odyssey that lives among the clouds that makes my spirit bold and winter dancing around the circumference of time telling tales of old that is divine. Come and watch the night sky with me and, you will see some things that will make your spirit free, they are everywhere in the sky and you will never be the same when you witness the magic in the sky glides over the moon and rest its beam over thee. There is magic in the sky and you have got to see how the world comes alive.