Friday, February 20, 2015

The Sky

I guess that the sky is one of my favorite things about nature. I have another post talking about how I love sunsets, and now (upon given the task to write about a specific part of nature) I have written a poem about it. I have a feeling that maybe the sky is overlooked because it is always there. Usually people choose a less often seen part of nature for their favorite (something they don't see all the time like the mountains or the ocean.) The sky is literally always there. You might be somewhere where there aren't mountains or beaches, but you can't go anywhere where the sky isn't. Sure you can go inside or underground but...whatever...the sky is pretty...here's a poem.

The Sky

The sky has many faces,
Many outfits if you will.
Its many shades and colors suggests
That its moods are a present thrill.

Bright and blue, dull and gray,
Even orange and red sometimes,
Its many hues of the latter said
Are the easiest on my eyes.

Like a face its expressions are read,
From one look the weather told,
Even different shades of gray
Unique expressions hold.

Oh, and if the sky were green,
It still as sweet would be.
For if it were, and it just might,
It would still match the sea.




Note: There are a lot of poems on this blog...maybe I should change the name of the blog to 
"Maybe I Can Rhyme"..

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