Ode to the Sky

May 28, 2010
By Anonymous

Ode to the sky
Ode to the sky,
where the airplanes fly.
You are so still,
sometimes you give me a chill.

At dusk you are so colorful,
but when a storm’s near you are so dull.
In the summer time we go in pools,
but in the winter we dress up warm like fools.

Clouds look so fluffy when they go by,
from where I stand they look so high.
At night I wish on your shooting star,
When I look up, it seems so far.



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