Azure or cobalt,
sapphire or royal
Wrap around our world blue
save for errant clouds hiding
in mountains and forests
or traveling carpets of water
off to parts unknown....
Today at the bus stop I had time to look.
The clear blue sky, leafless trees reaching
into the void. Tall office buildings, straight edged,
diminished by the grandeur of the sky,
mere cutouts on the ball of dust that we stand on.
The magnitude of the morning sky
and our tiny lives was not lost on me.
We have it all arranged in roads and sidewalks,
squared off fields and plantings.
The night time sky shows only a hint
of the myriad of planets, stars and galaxies
that spin and revolve in the space past the sky
We discuss and plan, build and tear down
but in the end the beautiful sky is over us all.
“I never get tired of the blue sky.”
~ Vincent van Gogh
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