e gaze above to study why
the stars bewitch and twinkle high.
Above, the moon, where man first trod,
almost seems to smile and nod.
Storm winds howl and blow, but clear,
then downy puffball clouds appear.
How poor we’d be not to behold
an evening sunset, red and gold,
a rainbow decked with every hue
and summer sky of cornflower blue.
Now is the time to plan and see
the World remain for you and me.
Let not our greed destroy for ever
this endless store of priceless treasure.
And then, perhaps, as time slips by
we’ll sit and paint the evening sky.
© Coprights reserved Wendy Chapman 2001