I forget how beautiful the sky can be

my eyes are always glued to the ground,

entranced with... I am not sure— I do not know

but when I look up– and all around,

I remember how beautiful the sky can be

it's said my mind is lost in the clouds,

and when I look deeper... I relax—

entranced with the sun, the light, the shroud.

It's awe-ful how beautiful the sky can be.