When I Look To The Sky

When I look to the sky, the day turns to night, when I look away. But, if I stay wuth my head high, and my eyes bright, time drags by. The clouds, paint the sky, change in scene. And the sun, stays constant, almost not moving. Eventually, I look to ground, as the grass, blowing in the wind, bends over my feet. I can't tell if it is pushing me to go, or pulling me to stay. All I know, is when I look up, again, the sun went away. Now, the moon light hits the hillside, and paints it a dark white, the stars dance as everyone says they do, and the wind's effect is felt, not seen. I close my eyes, to breathe and sigh, and open them to sunlight. When I look to the sky, night turns day, when I look away. Now, the color of the sun changes at it touches daylight's first clouds; I be sure to keep my eyes steady, because if my gaze fades, so does the day. As the sky makes place for the sun, the pink, orange, and yellow, turn to blue surrounding fluffy white and bright light. White turns to grey and light turns to rain, and I, I am happy sitting the same. Shout out nature.

Travelin' by Preacherboy