The Sky Poem by David Boyce

The Sky

The light shines down from the clouds above,
Shining through with a glow of love.
The sky is blue, in its lightest form,
When you look up you think of home.

The sun shines down with a glow of heat,
The warmth of love that you will meet.
Through the clouds it shines so bright,
The loving feeling of that light.

The clouds move slowly across the sky
The daylight moon sits there so high.
As clouds just form, then fall apart,
It's like a moving work of art.

The different colours
Blues, greys and whites.
The sky!
It's a wondrous sight!



Written by David Boyce
13/03/04





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