The Color Of The Sky (Poem)

as a child I asked the wisest person I knew

how do we know the sky is blue

not pink or green or grey or black

because sometimes it is those

is this merely an agreement some group made

amongst themselves and then all followed

why does it have color at all

being a collection of things not a thing itself

the wise man being extremely wise

gave no answers but sat with me

and together we gazed at the changing colors of the sky

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