The wind in the sky, Bringing in the cirrus clouds from away, Decorating the blue roof, In its own pretty way, With a touch of crescent...

Nothing is the same as before, Not even the sunsets, Not even you, Not even me, Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

The clouds have accumulated all over the sky, They haven't started pouring yet, But everything is not going to be no longer dry, They've...

The sky isn't afraid of the change, Maybe that's why I look up to it so often, For it wears the greys And the blues with the same...