Beneath the boundless azure dome,
Where dreams and stars in silence roam,
The sky whispers tales of night and day,
In hues of amber, blue, and gray.

A canvas vast, where clouds do play,
They dance and drift, then fade away,
The sun’s embrace, the moon’s soft beam,
A timeless, ever-changing dream.

Above the earth, so wild and free,
The sky’s embrace is all we see,
It holds our hopes, our fears, our flight,
A testament to nature’s might.

In storm and calm, in dusk and dawn,
The sky remains, forever drawn,
A mirror to our fleeting days,
In endless, wondrous, celestial ways.