The Sky

The sky,
The last salvation that Corporate society haven't gotten a hold of.
The deep blue, the golden rays,
The white fluffy clouds, they change there shape at a whim.
The sky,
Where birds dance, and lovers lay in the tall grass dazzled by by the simplistic time in there life.
We love you in the morning,
We greet you at every waking moment,
We soak up the day and relish the time before you set.
Every inch is savored,
Every golden touch warming the moment.
As you set the horizon dances on fire until it sleeps, and dreams of.
The sky.


Feb. 10/11