“The Sky” by Sarradha Ravindran

Did you have a look at that?
The sky with her new dress intact.
Till yesterday was she not crying,
Wearing a black suit and mourning?

She cried to get the new dress
She will not settle for anything less;
At last she got her new suit,
But made us suffer in her pursuit.

For when she cries, her tears roll down,
And there is water in all streets of the town.
Where is her friend the prompt sun?
He shares her grief and refuses to come.

Today the sky is all beauty,
In her new blue dress so pretty.
All blue with patches of white,
the lovely suit fits her tight.

She wears suits of various hues,
But she will give you a clue.

She wears red, to wish good night,
to the sun when he retires to sleep.
She welcomes him in lilac gown,
When he comes with the morning crown.

All day she wears her favorite hue,
That is the splendid blue.
She mourns with a black and cries hard,
When she is slack and sad.

Whatever she wears, her feelings are implied,
In the language of silence they are conveyed.

She is nature's sweetest child,
The only one of her kind.