The Sky Is Never Empty Poem by Hebert Logerie

Lift your head up high; raise your eye-brows,
To stare at the sky, to admire the heavens.
That space is not empty; many rainbows
Are revitalizing and embellishing the gardens.

In a matter of time, you’ll see countless ivory crows,
Tumbling down like they failed to the power of gravity,
Where some ebony pigeons will join in. We’ll have many rows,
Several levels of shades like a painting of the last century.

The sky is not really blue, and the sea will never be empty.
The wondering clouds travel without wings, without a motor;
They flawlessly pass and glide with the winds of the hour.

The ocean is not really blue; it is the quintessential mirror
Of the deep space of the heavens, where the invisible Trinity
Plays and resides all year long. Trust me; this is a mystery.