Could the sky flip upside-down?,

I sit up thinking, with a frown.

Could the sky do magic cartwheels,

Turning, as each small star reveals?

Could it crumple into nothing,

And leave us just the clouds, a-puffing?

Could it burn-up in the sun,

And would it harm us, every one?

Could the sky’s face start to weep,

And keep us falling into sleep,

And could the seas that roar and roar

This opalescent sky ignore?

It’s all a strange, strange universe,

That seems to do things in reverse!

This verse will only show the sky

As naked…to the naked eye.