I Want the Sky

 

Capturing Clouds - Ritxi
Patricia and her mummy were walking along as the day went by

Colours changing with moments as they looked at the sky

Such beauty in pink, golden and blue

Hazy in indigo, oranges too

 

Mummy, mummy look, so pretty up high

What is it you want dear?  Mummy, I want the sky,

If it’s the sky that you want, then that you shall have

Patricia always got what she wanted, she gave a small laugh

 

The sun began to set, it was time for sweet dreams,

Of goodies at breakfast, scones, jam and cream

Patricia awoke with a glint in her eye

Today she would talk to and play with her Pink Sky

 

The weather had turned, all greying and white

She found herself sorry in all her plight

But mummy what happened to my new friend?

But mummy was busy, for herself she must fend

 

Out went Patricia to the chilly outdoors

Her Pink Sky she’d find, this was her chore

She wandered and wandered, until she could wander no more

Rain started to fall, she was cold to the core

 

Still she was determined to find her rainbow treat

She would ask the grey sky, still not defeat

Excuse me Mr Raincloud, I don’t mean to pry

I happen to wonder, where’s my Pink Sky?

 

Mr Raincloud looked down, under brooding eye

He raised up his eyebrow and blew a great sigh

The pink sky is gone for a couple of days

I’m here for now, he said without faze

 

But Pink Sky is MINE, mummy bought her last night

Patricia demanded, her face twisted and tight

You can’t buy the Sky, Mr Raincloud replied

Pink Sky is MINE, mummy bought her, she cried

 

Mr Raincloud felt sorry for Patricia at best, 

She was a lonely child under all the protest

Maybe we can be friends, without any charge

I’m usually here by day, my clouds always at large

 

Patricia looked up from her pitiful state

Then a happy little smile made her tears abate

That’s awfully kind, now two friends I have made

And one of which, I haven’t even paid

 

You pay with your kindness, my dear young heart

That’s what friends do, no money should you part

Patricia skipped along, singing along with the rain

No longer alone, always a twain

 

THE END

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