Beneath the vast and endless dome,
The sky unfolds its gentle grace,
A canvas where the colors roam,
In endless dance, a soft embrace.

Morning breaks with golden light,
Whispering dreams the dawn bestows,
Clouds drifting in their silent flight,
As the gentle breeze softly blows.

Noon arrives with radiant gleam,
Blue expanse stretching far and wide,
A world where we dare to dream,
With the sun as our guiding tide.

As evening paints its fiery hues,
The sky becomes a tapestry,
A symphony of vibrant views,
An endless dance of mystery.