Why Is the Sky Blue
The sky is only blue,
to that of a closed minded individual.
But why is it that they see the sky to be blue?
Is it from the reflection of the ocean
mixing with the atmospheric light?
Or is it all just lack of perspective.
Is it just that they have never really looked.
I sure don't remember them proving,
the sky to be a color.
The sky to be an object.
Now ask a soul with an open mind.
Why is the sky blue?
And they will reply..
The sky is not blue!
I have never looked outside my window
only to see a color, nothing more.
The sky is the open, never ending imagination.
The sky is the passion that lives inside.
The sky is the inspiration that makes anything possible.
The sky smells like buttercups and tastes like tulips.
And the sky is only there,
to never slow us down.
But what ever it is that the sky may be.
We know one thing for sure.
The sky is not, never has, and will never be blue.
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