Remember the sky?

I spent so much time in my room
I forgot how pretty the sky was 
Sunsets, rises, stars, and pale blue 
The colors painted like a smokey fume

I spent so much time in my room 
I forgot how pretty the sky was 
When its a clear mirror 
or blurry with fog 
it doesn't change the sky's mystery 
or the truth of it's beauty
I realize all along
It was taken for granted

I spent a lot of time in my room
But I came out 
and now I remember how pretty the sky is

--Claire H., 6th-8th Grade