Above the Sky.

Photo by Donald Tong from Pexels

Behind the clouds the sky it is

Black or gray, it will not disappear

Rain or snow would trie it to hide

Pollution and storms would trie it to pale

Whirly-birds and plains will furrow

Falcons and eagles will array

Infinite and immense, cover will not they.

More poems:

Saturday.

Endless Nights

Years That Went Away.