The Changing Sky
from Blue to orange,
to purple and pink,
from black to white,
then back to blue,
from sparks of light,
to loud, bold sounds,
with wet cold stuff dripping down,
cold as clay, some may say,
especially through April to May,
when black with white,
we see the light,
of a falling star coming down,
They light the sky and change it to,
it's brighter than my tennis shoe!
Then overnight, it starts all over,
the changing of the sky...
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