By: Samuel Prince Moody

The sky is blue
I presume it's true
Even though my eyes have no clue
If my unseen wishes are rueful!

The sky is open wide
For the winds to smile
For the birds to fly side by sides
And for our wishes be heard from thousands miles!

The sky is like an open lace
That allows the sun to burn our skin
That the moon uses to hide its face
And for our wishes to be respected like kings!

The sky is far above
Yet our eyes deceive us
That we can fall in love
With our wishes and stop the rush!

The sky keeps us safe
From the  cries of the rains
For the stars to be save
And for our wishes to remain!

The sky is home for our dying souls
That the growing trees Will never reach
A mysterious story that will end in fouls
And reason why some our wishes won't be achieve!