Sunlight warms my flower feathers

Craning my stem I face the warmth

Rain drops drip on my head

How to tell the sky it is the sky

It’s grandness so great

It is life

Brilliant vibrant sun melts through it

Rays slide down it’s spine

Moon rolls up neck

Hair wild with stars

Voice of stardust

Clouds storm innocence

Fields of sunflowers sprout

Seedlings can fly

All because the sky is.

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