Looking up at the sky,
I see the painted sky.
Its bright colors illumintating
The world.
The bright orange star
Glowing ever so brightly
Across the horizon
As the world starts to wake
From their dreamy state.
As the bright star
Rise up
Big fluffy white clouds
Start to overlap
Each other
Making the colorful
Sky look like a bed of pillows.
As I look up at the sky
A bright glow starts
To shine from the clouds
Like angels.
While it kisses my cheek
I start to close my eyes
And dream so peacefully
Under the painted sky.
