The Ocean in the Sky

The moon is sailor’s silver, the sun is pirate’s gold, 
The stars are precious gems, or so I’m told. 

The clouds are waves, drifting, flowing, tame, 
Always changing, always the same. 

The birds are fish, flying calmly against the current, 
Through the air they swish, swift as a serpent. 

Lightning comes from deep sea volcanos, 
Erupting from their core. 
Thunder from the clouds when they collide, 
Shaking through the floor. 

Hot air balloons are buoys, bobbing on the waves, 
The rough ocean wind, they have to brave. 

Planes are submarines, exploring my expanse, 
Who knows what they’ll find, if I give them the chance. 

Rain comes from the ocean in the sky, 
But one day it will run dry, and like your ocean: 
Die