The sky. You might think it is useless and just there, however it is one of the most fascinating sights ever! When I wake up, I eagerly scramble out of my comfy bed, leap towards my window and yank open my curtains just to get a view of the scenic sky.
The morning sun comes up and the ripple-like clouds (called cirrocumulus) make the sky look like an upside down, pink river. When I walk to school, the neon-yellow sun grows brighter in the baby-blue sky. At this time, the sky produces high, wispy clouds (called cirrus) and big fluffy ones (called cumulus) that embrace the winter sky around them. At our lunch break, our faces light up when the snow starts to fall. We leap in the air trying to catch some. I love it when light grey clouds envelope the sky and give it a tranquil effect.
At home when it gets to dinner time, I gaze at the sky outside and observe that it has become a soothing coal-black, and it does not change until I fall asleep. The beauty of the sky is: wherever you go, you see it differently, but it always looks nice. The sky is something that keeps us alive and allows us to experience amazing sights however rich or poor we are, so we ought to be grateful for it.
Rohan, 9
• Read today’s other Young Country Diary: ‘Ten thousand starlings roar over my head. I am in awe’
