The Sky

“When the sun is bright and fluffy white clouds soar freely, is the sky rejoicing?

When heavy clouds obscure the brilliant blue, is the sky depressed?

When rain quietly patters down, is the sky crying?

When thunder booms, is the sky shouting?

When lightning streaks, is the sky fighting?

When pinks, purples and reds light up, is the sky dreaming?

When the dark navy falls and the small lights shine, is the sky sleeping? Or is it telling us that light will always be there, even in the darkest of times?”


Copyright by Amelia Jacobson


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