Beneath the azure dome, where dreams softly lie,
The whispers of the wind, like secrets in the sky,
Clouds drift in patterns, a dance so sublime,
Painting the heavens with the brushstrokes of time.

The sun’s gentle rays, through the mist they weave,
Casting golden hues, in the morning’s reprieve,
While twilight descends with a palette of grace,
Stars begin to shimmer in the night’s cool embrace.

The moon takes its throne, with a silvery glow,
Guiding the night with a tranquil flow,
The whispers of the night, a gentle lullaby,
As dreams take flight, beneath the starlit sky.

In the still of the night, where silence sings,
The atmosphere breathes, with the flutter of wings,
And as dawn breaks, with its promise anew,
The symphony of the skies, a canvas in view.