The Sky

What color am I?
Why of course don't ya know?
Your blue, the greatest of all the hues.

In the evening and in the morning too?
As day breaks and slips into the night?
No I think thats a different hue.

Well now I'm confused.
When the edge of Earth hits our source of light,
The black of night is broken with a haze of blue.

I thought I was more than than hue.
Slowly coming forth with the shyness of night,
The sun splashes rose in the sea of blue.

I feel brand new!
As the great star rises in the sky,
The rose swims away and the blue flows through.

How refreshing it is to be a sea of blue.
The sun basks us with heat as it shines,
Waking us to a new day with its bright white light.

Won't the clouds prevent its light?
Not even the puff in the sky can break its shine.
It streaks through majestically in rays of might.

Am I just red and blue?
As the sun glides away it mixes the two,
And paints cotton candy clouds of purple, pink, and blue.

I am the sky, a sea, and a canvas too?
As the sun approaches the finish line it makes its last stand a fiery sight.
A ball of orange light it graces the horizon line,
Splashing its colors across the edge of our sight.

How majestic are the colors of light.
As the fiery rays fade away,
Dusk emerges as a deep blue hue fading into gray.

What will I do without the source of light?
You will be glittered with stars of light.
And though the sun is gone its presence remains reflecting in the moon light.