Blue sky (mine)

The sky at morning (if red)
spells a warning.
Day is dawning,
I’m still yawning…

Slate blue!
(Can it be true?)
That means I love you
and you me too.

If it were red
I’d wish you were dead,
roll you under the bed
with dust on your head.

If it were cloudy
the world would look dowdy
but still we’d sing loudly
and proudly get rowdy.

A clear sky at night
with stars bright,
bats in flight,
says ‘hold me tight’,
‘everything’s all right’.