Take a minute
and think.
Does anything
around you look pink?
Now take a glance
at the sky
Doesn’t that air
make you want to cry?
The sky is a
pretty thing
It reminds me of
an ocean that sings
I love the beautiful sky.
Because, it makes me
want to fly.
Originally published in The Paper, December 1977.
Read this article in the original newspaper issue.
Original source: SD_Times1977_12.pdf, printed page(s) 4; PDF page(s) 4.