I keep seeing a great cover,
high up, with great holding.
Birds fly and spread the wings toward the great cover.
So great oceans and seas reflect it\'s beauty.
it\'s shadow are mountain peaks,
I gaze upon the unending blue cover,
and my heart fills with hope.
When my eyes shut and am lost,
I open them the next day to see such great wonder.
beauty I say, because it\'s blue sky.