Written by: Pranav Pandey - 31016, Grade V
Posted on: 13 September, 2023
The sky is blue.
With fluffy clouds in view.
The clouds are soft.
Like one of the sweet songs.
The sky is very high.
But sadly, we can't fly.
The sky is wide.
Where clouds move like kites
It is very pure.
As a natural manure.
As you lie down and see the sky,
You feel like they drift on high, saying goodbye.
We think the sky’s close to us.
But when we keep going, we feel like giving up.
So aren't you excited?
In the future, to go see more than the sky, or maybe planets?
