The sky is gloam.
Their heart is blue.
The sunlight dew,
And the evening breeze blew.
Down the lonely lane,
The blue dog came,
The old man you will see,
Walking with his cane.
Within the dark morning dew,
The canvas is stained.
The delight it brought to the brush,
You can't compare to a burning bush.
All in one piece,
A scenery morning you will see
Deep in the rain drop is peace,
It falls placidly like the sea.