"A Play Performed by the Sky"

Kimberly, who is 15yrs old, is such a talented writer. She is always writing poems and is currently working on her first book. Last night our family spent some time standing outside on our porch enjoying the beautiful view. When we came in Kimberly wrote this poem of what she had just experienced. I asked if I could share it ya'll. She said yes. :) So here it is:

"A Play Performed by the Sky" by Kimberly Rodgers

The sky performs a play for us as my family and I stand in awe on our back porch one late afternoon. The gray clouds draw pictures of fascination and wonder. We gleefully try to make them out. A heart here, a bunny there. A great pirate ship sailing on a sea of gray glides past our right. Goofy running top speed passes us to our left. Numerous animals come to our attention. A giraffe wearing a sombrero plays with a gorilla not far from him. A little girl in a flowing dress dances over the sky scrapping mountains. Then as the show begins to wind down, the finale begins. Slowly, delicately, a glowing ball of fire descends from it's home in the heavens. Out of site for a moment til it appears between a thin slit of clouds outlining the rounded mountains. But a thin slit was all it needed. In a matter of minutes it's glorious rays had reached out over the darkening horizon lighting it up in a brilliance that takes our breath away. Then, just as the light had reached it's height and shined in all it's power, it began the daily descent once more into the places beyond our vision. And so as the flaming ball sunk into gray mist, we began to slowly come back to reality and believe the show had ended. But it hadn't ended. Not quite yet. For all of a sudden as if the sun was bowing at the end of a curtain call, it once more sent out its rays highlighting the clouds that are now completely blanketing it. Then finally the golden light fades and the sky embraces the star filled night that is sure to follow.