Sky.

"there is too much sky today."
I heard the old woman at the wharf once say.

"these blue hues are far too bright!"
a wise fisherman shook his head at the sight.

"why are the clouds in such clusters?"
the grouchy street vendor sceptically mustered.

no, no; you've got it all wrong!
the clouds, the hues- thats where they belong!

the three put up a protest, then asked me why,
because- I smiled, you can never have too much sky.