My Little Sunrise

When I look into the sky I am greeted by the clouds With orange dimples on their sides And the eyes of someone proud I see my little brothers eyes Full of wonder and "wow" Covered by the sun's warm glow That is my mother's sound Moving slowly to our imperfect gaze Alike how babies grow Taking too long to leave the maze We see it, then we don't Different colors in every phase While Daysens we'll never know Some are sad, some are crazed But all put on a show