How come the Sun is bright orange like a fire like when it first ignites?
How come the night sky looks like smoke cuz of the black and white?
How come day time looks like the tip of a flame when it's blue and white?
How come the colors of the rainbow look like all these at once?
I mean who's in charge of the months? Who's doing these stunts?
Who made everything be what it is without it changing once?
Who thought of these things, before they were there
Who could have made it so perfect that we can't help but stare?
Who didn't try to hide it but wanted to share?
Why would they care? How much can you bare?
Don't even try to deny it cuz you know that it's there
You know that it's rare
You know that there isn't anything else like it and that nothing compares