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 above
To be in that place up there
Is what I would love
The clouds forever sail across
That endless sea, that place
Up there is like an ocean to me
I know that sometimes blue
Turn to gray, but as for me I
Wish the sky to remain that way.
Larry W. Fillier
