Sky

I remember once looking up at the crisp, blue sky,

Wishing one day it could teach me to fly.

I remember extending my neck up all the way north,

Just then realizing the abundant stars hiding outside of your warmth.

Of all the many skies of planets across,

I’d have no other than you- no matter the cost.

When I look up at you, I find myself at home,

You’re one in a million, never alone.

For the many outstretched, wispy plains I may have roamed,

You remain attached up there,

Peering down from your ancient blue dome.

Though the storms you may bring,

Sunny, baren, or cloudy alike,

I find you in the highest praise; even more so than any king.