O blue blue sky
How often have you seen 
Grown men cry
And children console 
Kneeling, hand on a ravaged knee 
Balled inside grieving bones 
Sunk deep within fractured tombs
Their bare stares full of wonder 
Rare, untouched by such things 
As sense or consequence 
Or contrivance or pretense 
Guileless they just gaze and gaze 
Eyes wide and bright and beautiful 
No little cups brimmeth over
No tears spill
They just watch, they take their fill 
There is no shock, there is no awe 
Just the truest bluest won-der 
One that you may have felt once
O blue blue sky 
When for the very first time
You saw all of creation, heaven
And earth perfect, unsullied, pure 
From eyes that were of the bluest azure.