My Sky Poem by Abbie Meadows

The sky will soon become a ray of light
And send the darkness into deep decline,
It will no longer be the black, of night,
The sun will call the sky sweet child of mine;
The people, will be eager to get out,
But still unsure of what they have not found,
The streets will fill with clearly extreme doubt,
And in the center on the highest mound
There I will be, calling out your sweet name;
Because you are the blue that paints my sky,
You are the heat that packs my sun with flame
That burns for days; -then when you’re not there my
Sky cries for you to come home, and to stay
So be my sun so light will never stray.