Many Wonderful Skies Poem by Jessie Jett

Nights dark swirls of black, rarley blue.
A crisp chill, but wonderful breathing air.
These days, have been so wonderful.
With a baby blue sky, and cotten white clouds.
Is it my sky? Is it your sky?
Sunny with surfy clouds, floating firmament.
Overhead,
As farmers toil with soil and seeds.
Constantly tilling out the weeds.
Overhead,
Swoops of the trees, linger among the breeze.
Dark swirls of black,
Shade into blue.
Baby blue days, fluffy clouds sway.
These days, have been so wonderful.
Is is my sky? Or is it yours?
Overhead,
An ocean roar.
Does that rain constantly pour?
Smell the front of that ocean shore.
Let your rain clear,
Let sunshine make it's way.
As the clouds, they drift and they fly.
Overhead,
Asking whose sky?