The Sky

by Alice Fisher, age 11
The Sky

“Blue,

flowing,

towering,

blowing,

sweet wind,

a cool breeze,

my glass of lemonade,

on a hot summer day.”

Blue,

flowing,

towering,

blowing,

sweet wind,

a cool breeze,

my glass of lemonade,

on a hot summer day.

 

Sky oh sky,

the home of clouds,

where rain falls down,

and is collected,

where sun and moon shine,

where stars lay,

glowing,

on your soft blanket.

 

Blue,

black,

pink,

purple,

red,

orange,

oh so many colors,

waiting to be discovered,

Looked upon by many,

something,

everyone,

no matter where,

shares.

 

Sky oh sky,

the home of clouds,

where rain falls down,

and is collected,

where sun and moon shine,

where stars lay,

glowing,

on your soft blanket.

 

Everyone,

everywhere,

looks up to see you,

you comfort us,

and wrap us,

swallow us up,

like a blanket,

one we will forever hold,

forever see,

forever feel,

forever hear,

forever smell,

your sweet,

wet,

smell.

 

 

Sky oh sky,

the home of clouds,

where rain falls down,

and is collected,

where sun and moon shine,

where stars lay,

glowing,

on your soft blanket.

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