The Sky
As i lay in the meadow my face to the sky
I like to watch the birds in the blue as they fly
They soar the great heights in that immense home up above
To be in that place up there is what i would love
The warmth of the sun , i am nearly dozing off
To dream of heavenly places beyond the dross
Drifting with the wind up up and away
On this glorious , sunny yet fleeting day
The clouds forever sail across that endless sea
That place up there is like an ocean to me
I know that sometimes blue turns to gray
But as for me i wish the sky to remain this way.
Copyright © Lawrence Fillier | Year Posted 2023
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