Cerulean poem

1 Cerulean is a light shade of Blue,
2  as the wind flew through the cerulean sky.
3 The bike was a cerulean blue.

4 It was a quite nice day as we watched the cerulean butterflies fly by,
5 the walls were painted cerulean,
6 the sky was a dull grey until the cerulean skies of midday appeared.
7 I saw some cerulean cars go by,
8  the ocean glistened like the cerulean sky.
9 As you look up at the cerulean sky it changes into an orange-pink.
10 In the end, the cerulean sky had faded as it had turned a pinky orange as the dark night drained the colour away.