So just let life be life.
Why does it matter what the crows say?
It doesn't, these words of wisdom I know are true.
Let this long road wander into the hopeful abyss.
Let the purples and the pinks of the cascading sky waver on endlessly.
Find comfort in those skies and do not judge if they change to blue, for this is inevitable.
Instead, embrace them and their natural beauty.
Show the heavens that you are life and live under the blue, purple, or green skies.
Engulf yourself and the wonders of your powerful vitality.
And, for the sake of the rainbow, embrace all who live under the puffy ceiling.
So just let the skies change.