Mother Sky looked neat dressed in blue and white,

Her smile assured the day would be nice and bright.

Higher and higher into her arms flew a naughty kite

Birds big and small flew with their feathers might,

Suddenly be barged in a plane on its mom’s flight.

Scattering the clouds which shrieked in fright,

Mother hurriedly hugged them all so tight.

Stroking each cloud with a true right,

Mother Sky you are beautiful.

Every day and even at night.

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