The Sky

The sky is forgiving

It’s seen the beginning 

Surviving the cosmic wrath

To foster life in the aftermath

It changes colors 

After the sun’s hours

Welcoming light from everywhere

Telling us about celestial welfare

The sky’s promised not to leave 

It’s our protective sleeve

There’s much we’ve invested

With no guarantee it will be vested

Billions are dependent

On the sky being pleasant 

Every night it will unveil

Heavens, to which eyes set sail