The Sky Is Grey
The sky is gray, it’s a gloomy day
The sky is gray, the clouds are hovering over the light blue sky.
A pale blue hidden in the distance, playing hide and seek with the sun.
Nothing seems the same when the temperature repeatedly changes.
Focus on the season changes and yet life remains untouched.
Is it now or ever when we see this type of magic display?
It's as if GOD himself is trying to tell us something.
Listen up and pay attention, I’ve just weaved a tapestry for you.
I’ve let my divinity speak volume of which you have not heard.
Look up as I show you just how majestic the sky, the clouds, even the birds can be.
Watch as I paint the evening sky with colors so incredible it leaves your breathless.
See how truly special life can be, see what can not be expressed in words.
A wonder and majesty that I created for you, only you.
That is what love can do, and I did it for you.
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