The Ever-Changing Sky

The clear blue sky, so far up high
is as beautiful as ever.
My days go by without a tear in my eye,
true joy reflected in the weather.
But when the clouds come by and clutter the sky,
the walls of my heart start to creak.
Then comes the rain and so does the pain,
my future truly does look bleak.
So while the days go by, I stare at the sky
hoping for the clouds to part.
And as if it heard my cries, the Sun appeared in the sky.
Shining its rays into my heart.
The clouds were cleared,
and so were my tears.
With the sky returning to its former beauty.
I hold my head up high to see the Sun pass by,
thanking it for the clear blue sky.