Beneath the azure dome so wide,
Dreams take flight with wings untied.
The sun paints golden on the sky,
As clouds drift softly, whispering by.

Starlit nights weave tales of old,
In constellations bright and bold.
The moon, a guardian, watches over,
While dreams unfold in fields of clover.

Horizon’s edge, where earth meets blue,
Holds secrets of the morning dew.
Each dawn a promise, each dusk a sigh,
In the vast embrace of the endless sky.

From storms that roar to silent peace,
The sky’s vast wonders never cease.
A canvas painted with nature’s hand,
A boundless realm, a timeless land.