The sky keeps my secrets,
In the puffy clouds.
In the blue and green bliss of a field,
The sky finds me.
I tell mother nature my secrets,
Ask her my questions.
Others absent,
I am enveloped in
the blue and white heaven.
I tilt back my head to the sky.
It matches my eyes when it is raining;
silver-gray.
A quaint truth I have come to love.
As I stand there,
The creamy white of the clouds cover up my day,
And I am left dazzled by the beauty
above my head.
The sky keeps my secrets,
In the puffy clouds,
In the blue and green bliss of a field.
It keeps my secrets;
All of them.