SKY OF All SORTS

Sky of all sorts.
You hoard on your canvas
Clouds, colours, celestial elements..
Thunderstorms,pollution and what not.

Sky,
To humans, many purposes you have lent.
To see pyrotechnics
For analysis by some astro geeks
To mainly assess the weather,
Or to see some once in a blue moon kind of an event
At times for some random thoughts to gather
To contemplate, regret and repent.

Sky of all sorts,
You love changing a lot

You hoard on your canvas,
Just as we do with ourselves.
Yet you do so not all at once.

Maybe thats what we need to learn
That there is a time for everything…
A time for a certain passion to burn
A time to let go of lost hopes and just sing…

Sky, many lessons to us you have taught.
Simple,intrinsic..chapters of all sorts .

Sky of all sorts.

-A poem by Cynthia ( that would be me )