Sweater SkyOh boy, and here come the cloudsThe sunny day turns a frown,And pretty colors die to grey,And little children inside play.Boring, boring, they whine and cry,Look at the sad rainy sky!Mommy, can you make it better?Can you knit it a happy sweater?Why surely children! I'll make it blueAnd set the sun up just for you.So knit knit knit the pretty sky,Entwined with love for you and I.A blackbird here, a bluejay there,Each stich of sapphire sewn with care.And she threw the sky way up high,There you are children, go play, goodbye!
The memories of the ground.Well, life was painted green and goldRed and silver, as we grew old.We'd wait outside, hands so cold,Waiting, waiting, we grew so old.We'd sit by the fire side,half warm, half bored,Pretend that you never cried,While the fire sighed, it never roared.Bitter wind, and wretched snow,Beauty lost, to a white picture show,Silent mourning, silent night,Stand outside, right out of sight.Forgotten castles, of snow and sand,Forged with two red frozen hands,Smiling faces, imprint paces,Frozen feet, and frozen laces.Hollow yards, untouched and old,Shadow playthings, out in the cold,No more playing, no more sound,The