When I was a kid, my mother told me that I was a little piece of blue sky that came into this world because she and Dad loved me so much.

We are used of the clear blue sky and seldom think about the reason of it.

Hundreds of birds fly in a sunny blue sky. The only sounds are bird calls and the soft noise made by tall grasses as the water slowly moves them.

Summer is amber land under a sky of blue.

But the sky changed from a rain of hate to a blue sky of hope.