I know why the sky is blue.
An easy rhyme, blue rhymes with
Grew, Slew, Drew, You
especially You, and man needed
a good word to go with You
so he named the sky blue.
What about night, you ask?
Behold! A simple explanation for this too.
Night is the absence of light, making the two
opposites, on each side of m.
Might has nothing to do with anything, really.
But what about the morning?
asks you. I can tell you that, too.
It is called morning because we renew.
Last night was mourning (poetically speaking)
Take away the u and it no longer spells
an elegiac sort of state
but instead there’s morning:
a day that’s new and blue and just for you.