SKY
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SKY
I am the sun, resting high in the sky
A blaze of glory, a light that bears hope
I am lightning, crashing from the sky
A flash of awe, and a power to fear
I am the storm, power of the sky
A surging force of destructive fury
I am the rain, gentle tears of the sky
A calm refresh washing away all
I am mist, a mystery of the sky
A blanket of lies which hides the truth
I am the cloud, wanderer of the sky
A lone body which acts on its own
I am the one, who is known as sky
Carrying all within me towards tomorrow
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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA