"Is it lasting?"   And in asking the sphere becomes a line   A dotted line and to follow it   You must make a jump each time      A dotted page, a dotted hillside   A blast of dots a blind reader   And a flock of sheep   And a blast of trumpet shots      Here, all we have here is sky   All the sky is is blue   All that blue is is one more color now      A basket of apples by the back door   Beneath the sweater pegs   The autumn leaves lift along the street   A pair of dancing legs      Same as the vendor who likes to sing   As loudly as he can   And all he says is it suits me fine   That's the way I am      Here, all we have here is sky   All the sky is is blue   All that blue is is one more color now      I've seen this thing you won't believe   Why it's big, bigger than the biggest trees   High as the mountains, wide as the widest skies   And that's both sides, well, at least as big as me      Speak a little softer and work a little harder   Shoot less with more care   And sing a little sweeter and love a little longer   And soon you will be there      Here, all we have here is sky   All the sky is is blue   All that blue is is one more color, one more color   One more color, one more color now      These are some reasons and same as the seasons   They hold and then they fly   The goatless ledge, the honkless geese in   The speckless sky, the speckless sky      I hear you   I hear you   I hear you