The sky is a whole lot of nothing
And nothing can never be made.
It’s a void full of great balls of fire
And there’s clouds to provide lots of shade.
The sky is so very enormous
It’s incredibly hard not to stare
At its colours and shapes. It’s not easy
To remember it’s mostly not there.
But the sky is just space with the light on.
You can see that as night starts to fall
Yes, the sky is a whole lot of nothing
The most beautiful nothing of all