Sky High Poem by Frederick Nellist

My sky, your sky ever changing
A heavenly artist never still
Colours always re-arranging
The sky submitting to his will.

Oceans reflect your complexion
The cerulean blue tells no lies
Sun and rain causes refraction
Clouds are blessings in disguise.

The sky's an enigma seen at night
Truly endless with infinite space
Holes in it's cloak, a starry night
A huge track for clouds to race.

Making a wish, that's pie in the sky
I'd like to go see why it's blue
If only I could visit, I can't fly
And there would be such a long queue.