Why the sky is blue

Creatively Writing Life’s Happy Passion

When I look at the sky, up high and in view

It makes me wonder why it is blue?

If the sky is looking down onto me, I ponder the color in which it would see

Would I look nice with an aura that’s bright

Or see me the same as when I look upon thee

A fifty shades of blue just like an endless sea

Those are the seeds of what forms and shapes me


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