If You Were The Sky

If you were the sky Then you would be blue, No clouds passing by A wonderful view, As clear as the water That flows in the stream, The image of you, No vision, No dream. If you were a tree Then you would be green, Standing in woodland With beauty serene, As warm as the summer As cool as the shade, The image of you, Will never, Now fade. If you were the corn Then you would be gold, The treasure you give And riches you hold, So gently you'd wave in The breeze through the field, The image of you, Such glory, You yield. If you were a star Then you would be white, Shining through darkness The giver of light, As still as the evening Your radiance above, The image of you, No greater, My love.