Once on a day, some time back, the sky stirred 'round up there and sighed, saying to the sun,
'Sun, I'm lonely. I see you and how you have the moon and it makes me green. I want someone to play with too'. The sun replied.
'Now, my scene isn't so grand, I only see the moon occasionally and I have all these appointments to keep. You should be grateful, you can do what you want.' But the sky could not accept this and paced slowly around.

The sky looked at the earth and all the things on it - the oceans, the animals, the animal's houses and the plants - the flowers. The sky thought, Ah flowers, how long I've gazed down on you...

And the toes of the feet of the flowers pointed to the sky and the sky took this to be a sign.

An idea came.

The sky addressed the flowers.

'Flowers, I think you're the most, so say, why don't you come and live up here with me.'

And the flowers answered,

'Well, yes that sounds okay, but we have to get ready. You'll have to wait a bit'.
'Oh yes, I'll wait', said the sky gleefully.

And the sun shone and shone and sometimes the moon shone. And the sky lolled around and waited and thought about the flowers, and thought some more about the flowers.

And the sky's thoughts projected. And the winds blew and made noises that you only hear...sometimes. The masts of boats broke, the clouds danced and got wild.
All this commotion scared the flowers terribly. So much, in fact, that they all closed up and disappeared, and in the process, jilted the poor sky.

Every year the sky's thoughts circle and cycle around the same way, and every year the same thing happens - the sky falls for the flowers and the sky gets burnt by the flowers.

And that's how come the sky is blue.

team Sunny Breaks, 1999