Sky of Beauty
By Brendan M
The sky is an artist,
drawing pictures in the air
It is a shield,
protecting us from harm
It is a musician,
whistling away as it passes by
It is our life blood,
Pulsing through our veins.
The sky is an artist,
drawing pictures in the air
It is a shield,
protecting us from harm
It is a musician,
whistling away as it passes by
It is our life blood,
Pulsing through our veins.