I love writing, especially poetry. I write so that the reader can feel the emotion in the poetry I write.
Whether blue or grey.
It changes from time to time.
As the seasons change, so it does too.
It holds all flying things.
At times it can roll and rumble.
Rain and Snow fall from it.
Don‘t worry, you’re not in any trouble.
The storm will be over soon.
It holds the clouds which cover it.
The clouds cast a shadow upon the earth.
The wind carries them to another place.
It is clear and blue again.
It holds the sun which warms us all.
It holds the stars and moon.
When it begins to darken, it is time to rest.