The Sky

The sky is blue yet beams with color
Stable yet ever changing 
Permitting the patterns of its cycle to display its emotions
The roar of a storm its rage and pain
yet the life its water brings, its grace
The rainbow and sun that follow 
It's joy and peace
The clouds that shift
Its agents of shade and mercy
While searching for lands that are in need of it most 
The dark of night reminds man of rest
Yet giving light from the moon and the stars
To ensure man does not stray from their chosen path
Knowing the importance of their health
As to impact the lives of others, its care
the sun rises once more
To paint the skies with its glee
That it can give wake to man yet another day
Even though we may not always appreciate and give thanks for the love that it displays
Oh How the skies maintain the world
Bringing awe and wonder in simplistic yet magniloquent ways, its wisdom and knowledge.
Even when the hearts of man are easily swayed
And attention to the skies fade away
The cycles in which it operates will remain and its emotions will be portrayed
Its love, deep rooted, raised in the words of holy
Will stay.