Blue Sky Day


Out of the blue, come, renew, drive my blues away.

Nothing soars my spirit, like a blue sky day.

Deep and dark, perfect hue, half my world is pure blue.


Throw your worries to the wind, a blue-sky day will make old new again.

What? Me worry? No way, Jose.  

What we got here is a blue-sky day.


Don't we know, it's just refracted light, and without the atmosphere, our sky would be blacker than night?


 Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull




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