Blue Parade
Marching slow beneath the sky,A sea of blue is passing by.Waves of cobalt, sapphire gleam,Moving softly like a dream.
Each step a sigh, each glance a song,A quiet rhythm moves along.No banners wave, no trumpets call,Yet still, the color touches all.
A peaceful march of fleeting hues,Cerulean skies and midnight blues.They drift like clouds that softly fade,This gentle, endless blue parade.
In silence wrapped, they walk the shore,And leave their footprints evermore.A trace