Why, they are always so blue.
Everyday,
In light or dark.
Everyone looked at them,
At everywhere.
How perfect they are,
We say.
Although they give us a cold and dark stormy days.
How beautiful,
We thought.
No matter how dark the sky stays.
It gave us blue.
It gave us rain.
It gave us water,
That we need Everyday.
What no one thanked it for,
Was how unique it was.
For giving us the worst thunderstorms,
Yet watering the precious crops.
How did Sky pull it off I don't know,
But I knew how Sky stayed beautiful.
It never hid how ugly it was.
Perhaps we should walk in the garden looking upwards,
To gaze at the sky.
But that would be just pain stupid,
For we would hit on to a wall.
It would hurt our eyes,
And our neck.
It hurt to look at it,
The sky.
Because it never sought these gazes from us,
But hoped for gratefulness above all.
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Depths. -POETRY-
PoetrySelf created quotes, poems. Some get a little too Long, too deep, too short. They are anyhow, words.
