Weekly peom #2

This one is also a bit late... sorry 'bout that. This particular work is how 13 different things view the sky.

The Prologue

The sky, the sky
Clouds view it as home
How way up high
A nice place to roam

And people of the world
How unseeing they are
For they don't know
That which is far

But the birds, they know
What the sky is about
And they fly and flutter
And are without doubt

The planes are the same
As the people will be
They fly right on by
And they do not see

And the trees see it
As a wonderful thing
Open and bright
Makes them want to sing

And in the heavens
Are the mountains high
They are grand and gloating
Neighbors with the sky

Near them the volcano
Spews fire to the air
As the red and gold
Is portrayed with dispair

As the warriors ride
When the golden sun sets
And another chance
That the darkness gets

It is night now
And sleep the sky can
But not after long
The sun rises again

The ground is the first
To witness the day
As it stares at the sky
And can't cast it away

And the ants, they live
So far, far away
From up by the blue
They aspire to say

And the dead, as they can't
Look up to the sky
For they live in it
The day that they died

And time viewed the sky
As it wasted away
Because time lives forever
As long as time may say