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.
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