• Staring up at the sky,
    Starry night,
    I wonder why.
    Looking up at those puffy clouds,
    Wondering about space,
    That mystical place,
    Erie,
    Yet never dreary,
    An amazing existence,
    Waiting for resistance.
    Dawn sweeps in,
    Sleeping humans,
    Turning in to working people,
    Longing caffine.
    Smelling nice fresh air,
    Looking up there,
    High up in the sky,
    A lone bird flies,
    Waiting for a companion.
    Hot humid day,
    Swatting flies away,
    Blaring yellow sun,
    Makes the temperature one-hundred and one.
    Never again will I think that there might be anything more beautiful,
    Than the sky.