The Sky

the sky the sky up high above
the sole reason we can love
sheilding us from outer space,
beyond the sky it's what we face

atmosphere in constant motion
embracing us in its ocean
invisibly becoming breathing
with us always, coming, leaving

sunrise mornings, golden evenings
supernatural clouds and weavings
high above to down below
always in the sky a show

warm and snuggly, frigid freezing
windy, humid, dusty sneezing
argon, oxygen and too
lots of nitrogen passing through

you and me and every other
atmospheric sister brother
including all the plants and trees
together we are 'on our knees'

in gratitude, your constant giving
the prime reason for our living -
we bow down to your creating
a universally elating

spectacle in which to thrive
to love, to grow, to be alive
the sky,  the sky for everyone
powered by the mighty Sun...