The color of days
There are golden days
And there are gray days.
On golden days the sun
Comes out from behind
the cover of clouds.
It's seems to wave hello and stay by your side like a loyal pet
It's warms you through and makes you smile.
What a great time to be alive you think on these golden days.
On gray days the sky seems to droop
The trees sulk
and the birds don't sing.
The sky cries
along with you and the clouds seem to feel your pain.
But you still feel alone and heavy in your heart.
What a terrible time to be alive you think on these gray days.
So what was today?
Today was a golden day.
