The Sky

An interest to the human eye,
As the Day of light will soon die,
O’twilight will soon appear,
Darkness is near.
The blue-light milk and white-crunchy bits,
Of a cereal it really is,
The clouds will fade,
O’blue will raid?
But desire to see you again,
Of your sides of night and day,
You will start and end,
But am I your only friend?
I’m scared that you will go,
Till snow will grow,
A new day but you still stay,
I see you array.