"Water  struggles through the stream"
Like huge, flattering dream.
They swirl through obstacles.
With a,everlasting colour of articles.

"They are blue every century"
But the never flew in a sanctuary
It,can't talk nor eat
Neither it can sleep

It smashes rocks
And, follows the time on clocks!!
It has millions of water molecules
But for different smells of perfumes

Before it 'n' sleeps
It has millions of miles to sweep
And millions of, promises to keep.

"It stores one of the most
Beautiful organisms",and has one,
Of the planets best mechanisms.

It's one of the most beautiful source
And it nor is sticker to close.
"It describes the nature",all over
The planet!! And tries
A lot more granite.

No sun-no moon
No morn-no noon
No dawn-no dusk-no proper time of day
No sky-no earthly view
No distance looking blue
No road-no street-no 't' other side this way
No end to any road
No indications where the crescents go
No top to any steeple
No recognition of familiar people
No courtesies for showing them
No knowing them
No travelling at all-no locomotion
No inkling of the way-no notion-
"No go by land or ocean-
No mail- no post
No news from any foreign coast-
No park, no ring, no afternoon gentility
No company - no nobility -
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds
Only November!!!

The sky is really high
Towards the time.
You, fly in planes
;to spot out one of the
Most famous bird: cranes

You want to see the ocean clouds
To keep a shroud around the cloud
We can see the birds,sun,moon
And, every thing;because the sky has wings

The sky is the dreams of air
But it is never ever; fair
It never graced anybody but
It has to face everybody

So the sky is called the
Sky of our dreams.