Stroking Shades ~ Ananya Syal

Red is livid looking at the stained sky,

Blue has nothing to cry,

Yellow makes them all shy,

Does orange have anything to pry?

White gives it one last try,

The question is, why?

They all lie to the translucent sky,

To paint it in the way they like.

Silently the slightly hued sky,

Invites the birds to fly.

The earth and the sea admire the art up in the sky,

And the aesthetes are then appreciated by the roaring sky.