I am the Sky

I am the Sky.

The sun bursts through me

I look down at the minuscule figures

Craving my fire, crowding on my land that lies below.

I have withdrew the clouds

I have secured a glow, firmed by my heavens.

My blue paint, my glistening light stimulates

the euphoria among my creatures

Absent from their dwellings, living in their

Golden Dreams

Frolicking my the streams, dancing with one another

I own the sparrow on the tree,

The crash of the ocean, the color, the cloud

Until I decide my light must be put at rest.

I define the time, or so I think

The sun-simply desired by vain

I set the precedent on the sullen days that are to come

Like a signal, the trees that lie below cripple and rot

I plunge a cloak, painting my heavens in misery,

Stacking as many clouds together to mute the beings that lie under me into dullness.

Though I am so high above, so far away

I am able to see your glaring eyes of

The chaos I cause you.

My November song lulls you to a deep slumber,

For to die, we first have to live.

Which luckily, I granted you.

I am the Sky.