I like the way the sky lit up.
Glowing yellow rays of sunlight,
With patches of white clouds.
Telling tales of the future and past.
I like the way the trees swayed.
Gentle shaking branches of leaves,
With rough scaly bark of brown.
Connecting the sky to the ground.
I like the way the birds chirped.
Singing songs of lost hope and happiness,
With blue wings that glide,
Lifting life out of the sorrows.
I like it that way.