The Sky

When the sky is splashed with reds, and birds are flying to their beds; the setting sun is dying calm, and stretching shadows offer charm. Another day comes to an end and night shift hidden comes the trend, with peace and hope that a new morn follows moonshine through ‘til dawn, then eastern skies are hued in gold as rising warmth destroys the cold, so dew drops clinging to the leaves do vanish with the sun and breeze, and with a backdrop dressed in blue, the wide horizon’s clearest view, motions life in all its form, to keep the balance and perform, but when the sky turns steely gray, and storms and rain are on the way, farms and rivers, scrub and creeks, refurbished, healthy then for weeks, so daily blessing should apply; - forever thankful to the sky.