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.