Interpreting Blue

I had to write this poem in my sophomore year of high school.  We had to write at least 300 words on the topic Interpreting Blue.  The teacher then submitted them to a regional poetry contest.  Mine came in second place.  Only thing I ever won in my life.  It got me a trophy and a $50 gift card. 

Blue is the sky
That blankets the world

Blue is what supports

The Sun and Moon
Blue is what holds
The Sun and the clouds
The only thing
That stops them
From crashing down
Blue lightens by day
And darkens by night
Where Blue then holds
The Moon and the stars
Blue holds them in place
The only thing standing
Between them and the ground
With every new day
Blue rises and falls
Getting brighter
And then darker
Until it’s hardly blue at all
Blue starts the day young
Full of brilliance and vigor
But as the day progresses
Just gets weaker and weaker
By the end of the night
Blue now darkened and drained
Can no longer hold the sky
When blackened Old Blue
Can bear it no further
A new bright young Blue
Comes to take over
But before Old Blue
Can relinquish hid burden
He falls down to Earth
And turns into the Ocean
And the Moon and the stars
With nothing to hold them
Fall from the sky
And into Blue Ocean
With the Moon and stars gone
The night is then over
And the bright young Blue
Takes the Sun on his shoulder
Old Blue has gone
But Blue Ocean remains
And a new challenge lies ahead
For Blue Ocean must now learn
The ways of the water
All the motions and movements
From the smallest of ripples
To the largest of waves
The high and low tides
And how something
As far away
As the Moon could affect them
Blue Ocean must learn
How to manage the lives
That he contains
For Blue Ocean contains life
Something Old Blue
Does not, can not
Nor will ever
He must learn the power
Of the Ocean
And how to use it
He must become a master
Of the water he contains
And he does
Blue Ocean has mastered
The ways of the water
And befriended the wind
In the process
For wind has many links
To both the water
And the sky
Blue Ocean found comfort
In the life he contains
And in the fact
That he no longer
Has to be alone
In bearing the weight
Of the world
On his shoulders
But he also misses the sky
He misses the freedom
And he knows
Knows what he has to do
And a refreshed Young Blue
Is pulled up to the sky
Blue Ocean is gone
But Young Blue remains
Blue moves in a cycle
Never ends
Never wavers
Just continues
One of the few things
That is constant
And Blue is the sky
That blankets the world