Beneath the endless azure dome, I lie,
Watching clouds drift softly, gently by.
The sky, a canvas painted by the dawn,
With hues of pink, gold, and endless blue drawn.

The stars emerge as twilight softly sighs,
A tapestry of light in midnight skies.
Each twinkle tells a tale from long ago,
Of dreams and wonders the night does bestow.

The moon, a guardian in the velvet night,
Casting shadows with its silvery light.
It whispers secrets to the listening earth,
Of cosmic journeys and celestial birth.

As dawn approaches, night’s curtain falls,
The sky reborn with morning’s gentle calls.
Daybreak brings a promise, fresh and new,
In the ever-changing sky, dreams come true.