The sky is not black,
How dare you call it that!
For it's azure, evergreen, and red.
It's pale in the morning,
Shadowed dark on night's eve,
And emerald gold at 10 past 5.
The sky is not blue,
How dare you assume!
For it's lavender, mango, and gray.
It's mauve after sun fall,
Painted yellow after tea,
And dotted with raisin brown clouds.
So it may seem to you,
That the sky is just blue,
And you may be a bit slack,
Dismissing the night as "plain black",
But honey, I've got news for you:
There's no greater canvas
Than the one over head,
Washed in such dazzling colors
As azure, evergreen, and red.