THE BEAUTY OF THE SUN-KISSED SKY
It peeped from the skies,A pearly hue,To glisten with dew.The buttery sun,Spreading its warmthThe clouds billowedAnd puffed.And the sky had aBeehive activity of its own,With an orchestra of bird twitter,Or the sound of an occasional chopper.The day wrapped its foldsinto a ruby-red knot of ribbons,And then like a bashful youthKissing for the first time,Blushed the…
