Sky to me

Sky to others is just a sky to some it is heaven and even hell
To me it is my all an endless thing in life
Yes one day it will end but not in my lifetime
It stays there no matter What
it comes in all kind of colours
And all kind of wonders happen in the sky
and even though man has gone up to the sky
No one will really be one with the sky
It’s endless and alone and that’s what I like about it
Always there when I need it
No matter what the time no matter where I am
It’s always there no one can get rid of it
but that’s not true you can get rid of it
and we are slowly killing the sky
with own noisy and toxic machines

poem by Christine Lowrie
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