CLEAR, CLEAR SKY

   What pictures' are there when a sky Is clear,


  Is It just emptiness, or a mind closed without 
  Imagination?

  Take a look, and Into It you'll see,


  What's beyond It, you'll only dream.


  The wind Is there, as It swirls with power,


  Without clouds,' It Is less observed.


   Perhaps way up high, a bird flies by,


   A jet on a journey, to some other land.


  There's a brightness to a sky that Is clear,


  You can see for miles, If you open your mind 
  To what;s up there.

  When night falls, In a clear, clear sky,


  Look up and see, all there Is to be.


                           Keith Garrett