The Blue

In summers it's angry,

as it appears red, hot and grumpy,

but it also turns pink before sun goes of to flirt and be blushy,

embarrassed for what it did in the whole day;

When sad, it becomes dense and black,

even cry out rain, when it can't take anymore or tolerate;

It's depressed, when it's hiding behind the dark clouds,

with no downpour or even a movement of wind;

When it's frustrated it bursts out as thunder and lightning,

but never forgets an apology with a clear sky next morning;

Though it's shallow above there,

but we know how much love, care and lives,

it gives us, down here;

And how it protects it's beloved ones from externals,

though the same people hurt it in many different ways;

Even the moon and stars leave it alone during frost,

which is it's most difficult times,

but it stays strong and await the next morning's ray of hope;

It makes sure to hide it's pain, bruises and tears,

of the past night behind the mist, dew and fog;

And fakes a smile by the afternoon,

so no one thinks it's weak or delicate;

It won't show it's fear and anxiety,

though it knows suffering lies ahead,

as dusk would approach sooner than routine;

Even after all these mood swings,

it does appear happy, sunny and playful,

unrespective of what day, wheather or season is possible...

It's so good to find something relatable like sky. Just like us, it has anger, sadness, frustration, depression. Possessiveness even though we hurt it. Blows kisses and hugs in form of rainbows. Strong, even when all its trustworthy people leave it breaking promises, hiding its feelings so nobody judges it, faking smile even in pain, but after all these sufferings and sacrifices it is still lovely and playful whatever part of the year it be just to make others happy.

This poem is something which I always wanted to write and let people know how every other thing has emotions just like us. I observed all this myself and just focused on the feelings and not the words or rhyming.