The Sky Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

The Sky
(pink sky at night sailors delight pink sky in morning sailor take warning)
As the clouds bridge the sky, we wonder why they cover and pretty color.
A blue that shines with the sun so great. That no one would want to break.
Clouds may cover it on rainy day, but the blow will be always there. Changing to pink, just let us know
How the day will go.
Rainy or sunny that is the issue but with a blue sky we see the answer so wonderful day ahead.
The sky keeps the birds that fly.
The jets that scream though it're clouds.
The sky that holds a question at all