Spotlight: Behind Two Masks
By Victoria M., Blue Team

The sky has two masks
One the color of a baby boy's blanket
With pure white clouds floating swiftly without a care
Each unique with
Its own personality
Its own shape and size
Just like people

Like sweet and sour
Like black and white
Like chocolate and vanilla
The night sky's mask is just the opposite
It is not a soft blue, but a solid coal black
Like the pupil of a human's eye
Sprinkled randomly all over with tiny stars
As if it were a cupcake
Each carefully carrying a small child's wish

This beautiful sky
Houses both the enormous moon and the burning sun
And to keep its true identity a secret
It hides its real face
Behind two masks