The Sky

The sky is beautiful.

Sky is blue and it will always be

How did it get that way?

It will never change colors

Beautiful it is already

No need to change it

I want to fly up there

Touch the sky,

With all my might

Some days there is no sky

Just clouds

But we always know the sky,will come back

The next day

Or the day after that

Airplanes always up there with the sky

Having all the luck

The Sky