The sky is mostly pale or deep blue
At twilight, it has a many shaded hue
Sometimes it is orange, sometimes it is red
And sometimes it is grayish, when one is in bed
The sky is scarcely found without any clouds
Sometimes they even look like little white shrouds
There are many of these of various shapes and size
If one is shaped like a bunny, another’s a grain of rice.
The rainbow that appears on rainy days
And forms a semi-circle, making, all, at it, gaze
Appears on nothing but the sky alone
It looks, as if, to the sky, it has been sewn
At night, the stars appear in a razzle and a dazzle
But early next morn, subside in a frazzle
The sky is like a canopy that covers us all
Whether a small hut, or a skyscraper tall….
Look at it for hours
You will not be bored
Its colors, and its magic
Is something you’ll always hoard.