The Blushing Sky

The moon steps down off the stage

The birds begin to chirp 

They twirl and sing their intro music

For the sun and earth

The sky is glad they love the act

So she smiles and blushes

Showing her emotions to all

The trees begin to wave their hands

For they do love the morning 

The sun begins to come on stage

The sky's blushing cheeks

Giving off their hues

And the squirrels call it

The pinks and reds of morning

And the bats think of it as fire

Chasing them back to their caves

And as the sky blushes

Her shadowed dimples cast in purple

Begin to become apparent

And all the world is bright

And joining in the smile of the sky

With singing hearts

And smiling faces

And a gratitude for life

Poem 17 ~ 4/29/2011