The Sky Paints


The sky paints during the day,
You can see it in the clouds that fly away.
They take different shapes and float in the air,
And show their creativity everywhere.

The sky paints when it rains,
Splashing the colors, it stretches a chain.
Yes, the rainbow is the sky’s art.
With unknown ending and unknown start.

The sky paints during the night,
Between the stars that shine so bright.
It draws images for all to see,
Known as constellations to you and me.

The sky paints during the dusk and dawn,
It’s the colorful view you see from your lawn.
Yellow, red, orange and blue,
The sky knows how to mix its hues.

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