I get asked a lot of questions on a daily basis by my two year old and this is just one of them – What Colour is the Sky?.  What I love about the sky is the incredible different colours that it creates, never repeated always unique to every sunset and storm, so my answer to this question is never the same.  For me, I believe it is important to explore colour, to look for it not just in the toys and man-made artefacts of life – but in nature, where there is an infinite depth of colour, shade and tone.

Written in rhyme to encourage participation and with clear repetition so that the story becomes more of a conversation between reader and child.  I am a firm believer in the importance of outdoor play/exploration in young children so I hope that this book sparks the imagination and ultimately results in more conversations around what we see in the natural environment.

What Colour is the Sky?

By Corrina Campbell

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

It’s dark, it’s cold – it is early yet

It’s blue, it’s black, the sun is still set.

No sign of life, a midnight blue

So clear and crisp, with glistening dew.

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

The sun is rising, bringing bright red

Light stretching far, like long golden thread.

Slowly, quietly, chasing shadows away

Blue black and purple, make way for the day.

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

It’s yellow and orange, the sky a divide

The darkness is there, with no where to hide.

Tickled with pink, clear blue shining through

The warmth of the sun, a rust-orange hue.

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

A bright seamless blue, with no end in sight

Scattered with clouds, whispie and white.

Light and fluffy, like ice cream on a cone

Some clumped together and some on their own.

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

The colour is changing, white becomes grey

Clouds that look heavy, light fading away.

A blanket, a cover, encroaching all space

A dark grey thickness with a miserable face.

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

Like ash from a fire, a mixture of grey

It’s smoky, it’s chalky, chasing all life away.

Water appears – a drop then a drip

Then heavier and heavier as the clouds start to rip.

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

The rain is here so it’s quite hard to tell

Watch as the puddles are starting to swell.

It’s still getting darker

It’s still very grey

It feels like these clouds just wont go away.

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

The colour has drained, it feels like the night

With the heavy grey clouds and flickers of light.

A flash

Then a crash

The lightening then strikes

Bright and sharp, edges and spikes.

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

The storm has gone, the clouds drift away

Leaving bright blue, say ‘goodbye’ to the grey.

Arched like a bow

All colours now seen.

Reds and yellows, pinks and greens.

There’s Orange and purple, blending with blue,

It’s a beautiful rainbow

Can you see it too?

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

It’s pink and dreamy, like floss on a stick

The clouds are so fluffy and beautifully thick.

Orange and pink

An incredible view

The colours have scattered on canvas of blue.

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

The sun is retiring, sucking in all the light

The colour is fading, it isn’t as bright.

What remains is starting to fade,

A much colder sky a deep darker shade.

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

The night is returning, the darkness is back,

Small stars reappear on crisp dark blue black.

The sun is still here, but not here to stay

Saving it’s light and dipping away.

Mummy, Mummy, what colour is the sky?

The sky is asleep, it’s deep and it’s dark

With twinkling stars, each a small spark.

The light that shines is the light of the moon

It’s white and it’s cold cutting through the black gloom.

Let’s say good night

To the pink and the blue

The white and the bright, the dark colours colours too.

Good night to the black

The blue and the grey

For tomorrow will bring another new day.

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