True Blue Chosen By God

Bluebells and bluebonnets sprinkled against the horizon Azure sky smiles, streaks of turquoise and light blue Delighting each other as they race in and out of the Remnants of what is left of the bluest meadow, The sky winks, knowing she will be changing into Nightfall quickly. Travelling to a new place to blue up The oceans, and show her full loveliness. Seeping into dreams. Showing her lakes and ice floats her true color. Some are calmed by her, which is why God selected her To be the day sky. Some of the angels had argued for pink But the ones who were tired of that color won the argument. Blue polka dotted dresses, navy blue suits, blue, the boy's color. Glorious, wonderful, soothing, powdery, pleasurable blue. No painting is complete without her. No outfit either; dress her up Or wear her in jeans, she is in style, and comfortable in her own skin No matter what. Chosen by God, was blue, after all.