People who do not enjoy the sky
Their reasoning evades me
How do you not love these colors
That change before your eyes daily?
How do you not love
Cotton candy pinks
And baby blues?
Shimmering golds
And even greens of the softest hue?
Do you not enjoy
A midnight sea
Dotted with white freckles and splashes?
Dark grey, a bright flash
Paired with thunderous crashes?
Neon pinks,
Blood reds
Seen just as the sun
Lowers her head
Soft yellows
And gentle blues
Witnessed as the moon
Disappears from view
Red oranges and purple pinks
Fade into a sky
Pitch black like ink
All these colors make up "sky"
And no one can truly deny
The beauty of blues and blacks and greys
All put together in this array
Oh, of course
There's the basic hues
With fluffy white clouds
That danced as the wind blew
But lest not forget
The grace of technicolor views
Colors so damn riveting
But only lasts a few
Oh, the sky's a work of art
Nature herself played a part
This glorious mix of colors
Each so different
One is never another
So yes, I am fond of the colors of the sky
Every single one passes through my lips
with a loving sigh
And looking towards it
Is nothing short of a gift
And maybe, just maybe,
It gives my soul a lift
Author Bio:
Phoenix Jane began writing in 2015 at the encouragement of close friends and family. Jane is dedicated to their craft and strives to become better. They view every experience as a learning experience, for writing and for life.
Their reasoning evades me
How do you not love these colors
That change before your eyes daily?
How do you not love
Cotton candy pinks
And baby blues?
Shimmering golds
And even greens of the softest hue?
Do you not enjoy
A midnight sea
Dotted with white freckles and splashes?
Dark grey, a bright flash
Paired with thunderous crashes?
Neon pinks,
Blood reds
Seen just as the sun
Lowers her head
Soft yellows
And gentle blues
Witnessed as the moon
Disappears from view
Red oranges and purple pinks
Fade into a sky
Pitch black like ink
All these colors make up "sky"
And no one can truly deny
The beauty of blues and blacks and greys
All put together in this array
Oh, of course
There's the basic hues
With fluffy white clouds
That danced as the wind blew
But lest not forget
The grace of technicolor views
Colors so damn riveting
But only lasts a few
Oh, the sky's a work of art
Nature herself played a part
This glorious mix of colors
Each so different
One is never another
So yes, I am fond of the colors of the sky
Every single one passes through my lips
with a loving sigh
And looking towards it
Is nothing short of a gift
And maybe, just maybe,
It gives my soul a lift
Author Bio:
Phoenix Jane began writing in 2015 at the encouragement of close friends and family. Jane is dedicated to their craft and strives to become better. They view every experience as a learning experience, for writing and for life.
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