The Sky


People say that the sky is just something blue.
To say it is cool nobody dares,
But it means more to me, doesn't it to you?
Up there you can fly high and have no cares,
But down here there is famine, debt and sadness too.
I wish I could be up there.

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Emma Schroeder is ten years old. She lives in Ohio with her family of four. One day she was outside looking at the sky and thinking about how free the birds were. It made her sad that the birds were so happy and free and on the ground some humans were suffering, hungry and homeless. She decided to write that down. With some editing it became this poem.