The sky, a place with great mystery and wonder,
The cloudless northern on a seemingly bright day,
Or uncaring gray when pale and rainy,
If the sky were a person their emotions would be completely transparent, You come and leave every morning and night,
The colors hug, so vibrant, during sunrise and sunset as if they are saying hello and goodbye, You have us staring into what seems like an endless ocean, until night comes and a story is told with the stars of the galaxy,
The sky is loyal and forgiving like a best friend, it will always be there,
It also has the tendency to create great destruction yet we look forward to seeing it everyday, Who knew a sky could be looked at more than just nitrogen mixed with oxygen to create air and the atmospheres’ dust bunnies,
But if you think about it, it’s art.