In the gentle sweep of azure dreams,
The sky unfolds its vast embrace;
A canvas where the sunbeam gleams,
Guiding the wanderer’s endless chase.

Clouds drift like whispers soft and light,
Carving tales that dance in air;
Each star a beacon in the night,
A universe beyond compare.

The moon ascends with silver grace,
Painting shadows on the land;
In its glow, we find our place,
Holding mysteries in our hand.

Beneath this dome of endless blue,
Dreams take flight on wings unseen;
The sky, a mirror of hopes anew,
Where every soul’s desire is keen.