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.

  • Author: safina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 3rd, 2024 01:31
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