Blue Sky White Clouds

I gaze upon the morning sky
The color I see is not blue
Rather blank and gray
Tons of cottons attached to it, glued

I see now, dear sky
has his beard growing up
An untouched canvas yet
Blue speckles of sky's skin
My eyes catching up
.
Flashbacks of my grandfather
His beard and his last smile

Soon, the sky will trim it away
City soaking wet in a beautiful day
Fluffy Clouds shifting to rain
Sky turning to blue, no more gray