The Yellowish Sky.

The yellowish sky. O' belovely sky, how yellowish and sunny you're. I hope I shouldn't be too shy to share with you. The lessons in my cry—I know, you're a bit too far away. But the calmness in your winds is enough to Relentlessly shade me with your fluffy cloud. Oh! So dearly that I have crossed this path. You're sparkling and twinkly like a shooting star. I swear, dear yellowish sky, sweetness is yours. Kind that greased my heart to smile, haze of Motley sight, glitter my soul through ocean bath. Wow, each ounce of moisture in your morning dew is Merit and pleasant like the singing star, Halo in The galaxy gazes into my eyes and reawakes my body. From those skirmishing clouds, I am now saved. Blessed to face this autumn of life, where my Craft will not just be seen as a tale, but as the Leisure in elevating creativity in the world with Oodles of poetic knack, oh! my yellowish sky. ©J. Momodu Talisman Kromah, Jr.