Monday, May 13, 2013

THE BLUE TIARA

What do you sell Oh sky?
Ornately bright jewels are flaunted.
Blue pastures with silver sheep,
Sunsets of blood red and amber,
Night skies dyed in velvet purple,
Moon shining soft on clear pools.

What do you cry, Oh sky?
Rain, hail and fair snow.
What do you sing Oh skies?
Latest air and sweet breeze.
What do you weigh, Oh sky?
Infinite shimmering constellations,

What do you scream, Oh sky?
Thunders, lightning and storms
What do you toil, Oh sky?
Supple clouds and a burning ball.
What do you call Oh sky?
Those water sources to clean.
Ripe people to jog over the porch