A wondrous creation of our father above,
Sometimes a crystal blue w/o a speck of cloud,
Like our days filled with joy and peace,
A sky so blue, reflected by the sea below.
Sometimes cloudy, sometimes stormy,
Like our days of hardships and confusion,
And at night an inky black filled with winking stars,
Signifying hope amidst darkness.
When the sun rises or when the sun sets,
The sky becomes a wondrous mixture of colors,
Blood red, gold, orange and traces of violet,
A scene worth to behold.
Sometimes the sky cries a zillion tears,
Times of pain and sadness it represents,
And yet sometimes a rainbow appears,
The beauty of life it depicts.
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Poetry#83 in poetry as of April 20,2017 #230 in poetry as of April 14,2017 Feel free to read. Be sure to prepare yourself though because any topic can serve as the theme, whether mellow, bright or dark. It's dedicated to @The_Superwoman since she inspired...
