AN ALWAYS CHANGING SKY



 A light shade of gray evenly covering that 
 Which lives below,

 Clouds so heavy and thick with moisture ready 
 To rain down.

 In the early evening as the sun fades many shades 
 Of color,

 After dark on a clear, stary night you can see 
 Forever high.

 Big, white, fluffy clouds of many shapes sitting 
 Still above your head,

 With the wind you'll see their shapes change and 
 Drift slowly away.

 Thunder and lightning visit a dark, stormy day, 
 The sun is there,

 Hiding beyond the blanket of nature, the sun still
 Shines without sight,

 An always changing sky, never the same throughout 
 Any given day.

 The sky is always there, it is the elements that 
 Move through and change it,
                         Keith Garrett