Blue Blue Sky Poem by Gideon Arthur

Blue blue sky
Up so high
I hope to fly and feel thy comfort
The cold clouds bath
Flee to you away from the present heat
Up there I will wash myself and be neat
Let the air be my path
White clouds, my cart; decorates the blue sky
The source of rain; the snows port
Which calms earth thermal
All life will testify of you, if they are loyal
Sky, with you, that’s my problems dot
O blue blue sky
Up so high
Let me get nigh
And stay in thy bosom.