Sky

Today, Erin wrote a poem. She presented it to me this afternoon. I read it and immediately asked for my own copy to frame and put in my office.

Here it is:

Sky

The sky is blue,
but that is not its only mood.
When it is glad
the sun shines through the clouds.
It is angry when
the clouds turn gray,
and nothing will go its way.
It falls asleep to dark blue.
When the sky is filled with pink and orange,
it is quiet and thoughtful.
When it is sad,
drops of rain will fall.
But I think my favorite mood of all
is when it is blue.