You Made the Blue

What can I say, how to start?
Yet what I know is this:
My neck is so sore
From looking up so high
Oh you made the blue
The blue sky
I feel so inadequate to describe You in words
From this paper, maybe I should part
Yet with these words
I’ll finish
And find some soft grass and on my back lie
Oh you made the blue
You made the blue
The blue sky