The sky is blue.

All else is a silhouette,

and no more and no less.

This much is true.

The sky extends.

And other things cease

to grow, then decrease.

The sky never ends.

The sky is still.

While other things stir,

afraid and unsure,

The sky never will.

The sky is complete.

All else is progressing,

falling, and resting.

The sky is elite.

The sky endeavors.

Little else lasts,

it’ll come, it’ll pass.

The sky is forever.