Golden Sky

They who run

After butterflies,

And fail to catch one;

They are the ones,

Who say it's pointless

To chase your dreams.

They paint the rainbow blue,

And then they tell you,

There are no colours.

There is no magic,

But just listen to this,

Even the unicorn is truth.

There is no lie,

You my dear are gold;

You can paint a golden sky.