The Sky Emily Huggett

The Sky

The sky painted with clouds, drenched with sunlight, spotted with glittering luminous stars. In the daytime, when the clouds fall, a sky so lit with blue you can see Mars. In the nighttime, after sunset, sit beneath the moon and strum your guitars.

But the beautiful sky is being destroyed, from air pollution, we try to avoid. Everyday actions like lighting a cigar are really harmful; isn't that bizarre?

How do we help our earth if we are stuck, living our lives striving to make some buck? People will do anything for money, but not for their home; isn't that funny? People are dying from air pollution; we can't wait longer for a solution. Glimmering clear skies turn into a fog; wildfires, fossil fuels, gas from your car.

Who knows if your great great great grandkids will get to see beautiful skies, or the one you have left it to be. Why do we ruin the beauty we get from the Earth? It is ours to live in and we can't forget its worth.

Care for the Earth and save the pretty skies, the skies that rain down to give us some light, the luscious green woods from when the sky cries, the water that glistens in the daylight.

I admire the way that the sky can pour down its beauty on the world, like a colorful spray can dusting the land with a dreamy bright stain. A sense of peace overcomes any worries while she looked up and twirled. The misty clouds cleared away the problems of her day just like a drain.

The sky: dripping with color, like heaven on Earth; grasp it while you can before the smog washes in, scrubbing the beautiful color away, ‘til all that you see is blank skies’ decay.

Emily Huggett, Grade 8 South View Middle School, Edina Teaching Artist: Frank Sentwali