Bohemian Ray of Sunshine

My grandma always sang me to sleep     "there lived an angel in the cerulean sky      wove sapphire yarns embroidered with      lilac, pink and crimson fleece      people called it sunset      sometimes she blotted them grey      her tears kissed the earth      leaving behind her scent and bow      people called it rain      every dawn, birds twittered her a visit       rooster hailed cock-a-doodle-doo      so merrily she embroidered them golden      breathed tender breeze swaying trees      people called it sunrise" one night my grandma sang herself to sleep her woven neverland forever lost until I became a grandma and sang        "there lived an angel in the cerulean sky        embroidered with silver and multitudes         of or...