Blue sky

I have a blue crayon in my hand
It is truly beautifully grand

It is the color of the sky…
I wonder now, can the sky tell a lie?

It could whisper to me and say,
You’re not really here today.

You are back in that place
Where you do have a face.

I would grin and smile
And know it’d not be true for awhile.

Then the sky would say with glee,
I’m a yellow chickadee

I’m not what you would think,
I’m really the color pink!

But a lie the sky can’t tell,
And it’s best I do not dwell

On the could be’s and should be’s
Or I’ll fall down on my knees

For now my life is simple
And I smile with a dimple,

While the sky in its youth,
Only tells the truth.

For if the sky could tell a lie,
Everything would go awry.