The Sky

Clean like a glass Dirty like a smeared rag Dark like a sponge soaked in black Shining like a powerful lamp Sieved by branches, broken like a cracked glass Busy like a swarm of swallow flying across Naughty like the burning sun's heat Cunning like a sudden heavy downpour But the sky is my love When I am free from work The sky is everyone's friend If you stop polluting it with dirt