Skies fly in life

When the sun rises

The sky begin to fly

Through out day

Before night

The sky flies in life

 

The sun is a big yellow eye

Being the light to the sky

Empowering us to fly

Through the sourness of life

We continue to rise

 

Though being down by gravity

Walking on the ground still holds

 

When the sky cries rain

When the gloom of it makes us plea

We still hold on to life

For on the celling the light still bright

So does our hope in the future with delight

Author's Note

I always enjoy writing my feelings down. Let me know what you think of the poem.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Well penned and expressed!
I can totally understand this piece and the imagery is fantastic:)
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!