How old is the sky?
Birds fly,
Seagull as cry,
Clouds drift on a canvas by.

Over our heads it floats along,
Free to sing its own song.
Harsh storms,
Bleak rain,
Never failing,
Again,
And again

Out of painful storms emerge rainbows blue,
Lightening storms fade into beauty too,
Day after day, as time goes by
I often wonder the age of the sky?

Sometimes I wish I could climb to the sky,
Listen to its story, see time fly.
Touch tips of mountains,
Revel in the breeze,
Float atop the clouds,
With the silence deafening loud

Being up so high,
Makes me wonder why,
I can't find the age of the sky