Lilac Bush

Profound poetry about the sky

is so hard, you know?

It’s so big and vast

and unending, curving

around this spherical ball of rock

The sky knows all and sees all

Sometimes it’s empty

and sometimes it’s full

Maybe it will glow

with the night stars

or shine that beautiful blue

The sky is so many things,

so how can I pick

just one

to write about?