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Writer's pictureArunita Seth

Oh, sky!

Oh sky!

I wish I had the time to admire you!

I have to figure out how electron configurations work instead, and although they tear me from your embrace, dear sky,

They are you! The little nuts and bolts that make up the bigger picture

That I get the privilege to adore.


Oh sky!

How I wish to sit back and watch

All your colourful swirls and twirls

Your magnificent cloudy curls!

Peach, purple, red, blue and green

An accidental splatter of watercolour you must be

But instead I must run in the rat race. And learn to enjoy it too.


Oh sky!

I am thankful for my eyes, enabling me to know you.

My nose, breathing in the dusky air, being able to taste you.

My ears, filled with the songs of the cicadas and bustling cars like that of ocean waves,

I thank my ears for being able to know you.


Oh sky!

Your patterns predict! You are a sacred tool of divination,

That my ignorance misses

However, you still paint the cosmic wisdom,

Right there in broad daylight because you know,

Just because I didn’t see it

Doesn’t mean I don’t understand.


Oh sky!

I hope you’re still there when I’m old.

Clear and crisp, just like you (kinda) are now.

God’s masterpiece some may call it,

or Mother Nature’s gift

Whichever you are, I adore you.

I’d like to thank your creators for their

delicious imagination.

So careless and careful.

Each stroke meaning something and nothing.


Oh sky!

To those of folly, my words mean nothing

But to those who See will understand

That we share a joyful love, we do, you and I

An eternal love, this I promise, my dear sky.

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