The flowers drink up the sun that shines down from the bright blue sky.
The birds fly high above doing a sort of wind dance with the smoothest of movements
against the thin fluffy clouds.
Old, cold steel seems just a little more beautiful against a clear blue sky.
The variation of blues fade away and are reflected in the waters below,
only seperated by the green of the grass across the way.
Sometimes its not the sky that takes your breathe away,
its the way the sky surrounds everything else that you see.
