• On some days she is light,
    Adorned in blue,
    Her hair is all white,
    And very puffy too.

    But on sadder days she is dim,
    Her hair turns gray.
    Tears flow from her eyes,
    And she has quite a lot to say.

    She looks her best at night;
    When the moon is in her hair.
    Stars covering her dress,
    Yes, she is very fair.

    In the morning she blooms,
    Blushing(I am not sure why).
    Do you know who she is?
    Her name is the Sky.