laying in the summer grass
sky has never looked so blue
it must surely be alive
i'm not dreaming
soft clouds on parade will pass
flocks of anxious birds in view
suddenly the sound arrives
towards me beaming
the sky is a radio
can't recall the melody
notes were chosen from the air
strung together daisy chained
soft and gentle
wasn't of some earthbound key
it was of an essence rare
nature's message i obtained
elemental
the sky is a radio
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