There’re subtle hues of blue in the sky;
celeste, cerulean, cesious, my.
Soothsayer’s breath, the wind, slayer of clouds;
Suspended particles gone, there’s no sound!
But what makes the sky BLUE, what shaft of light
stirs this illusionary color so bright?
Mist lingers, and the shadows doth scatter –
Fog, an atmospheric nuance, matters.
Blue has no layers, primary color…
Can I think of the sky as my Mother?