Today feels like another poem day. So, here is a sky poem.

The Sky is Falling by David Michael Jackson

There are blue chunks in my yard
Pieces of clouds are hanging on the trees
Like gossamer;
Like cotton sheets blowing in the wind
And if I look really closely,
I can see my mother
With close pins in her mouth
And she’s hanging these clouds
And she’s  smiling.

I love to sit and watch the night skies. I love the Moon, stars, and the activity going on up there. I often daydream of what it would be like to be among the stars. It would be fun to just float through all the stars.

I often look at NASA’s imagery from space. They also have some cool and interesting videos.

What do you like about the sky?