By Paul Betz
The sky is as a vast blue sea.
White clouds roll forth as waves.
The moon it shines for all to see,
As lighthouses beam rays.
The planes become ships of the sky.
Swift breeze becomes the mist.
A bird floats through the clouds on high,
Like nothing else exists.
Both oceans hold their jewels grand,
Like treasure chests and stars.
They both contain uncharted land,
The unknown isle and Mars.