mr sky

[No. 1 from The Children’s Collection]

o mr sky,
     perched there on high,
          i wish that i
               could learn to fly!
                    i’d come to you
                         to get a true,
                              amazing view
                                   of close-up blue.

what makes a cloud
     thunder so loud,
          when in a crowd
               cloud heads are bowed?
                    sir, will you please
                         tell them to cease;
                              put me at ease―
                                   i’m on my knees.

lend me your light
     both day and night;
          shine from your height
               and bless my sight.
                    one final thing:
                         though i’ve no wing,
                              my lips i bring:
                                   teach me to sing!

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by Clyve A. Bowen♫