The Sky's End

My dad had gone through his office at home and found a print out of this poem. He gave it to me and said "Here, read this." I did and I said "Who wrote that? It sounds familiar." It turns out that it was a poem I had written in the fourth grade-- I barely remember.

The sky does not end anywhere,
Or does it end right over there?

Coud it end behind the trees?
Maybe as far as the eye can see.

The sky is filled with different clouds
Do you think they will tell us outloud?

The sky is an amazing, wonderful thing,
Think of all the joy it brings.

Could the sky end in a magical land?
Or could it end in a giant's hand?

Maybe the sky will fall
Then we won't have to figure it out at all!