Beneath the vast and endless dome,
The sky unfolds its azure tome.
A tapestry of dreams untold,
In hues of blue and gold, behold.

The clouds drift by in silent grace,
A dance of shadows, a gentle trace.
They weave their stories, soft and light,
In the embrace of day and night.

Stars awaken in the twilight’s glow,
Whispering secrets only night can know.
They guide the weary, lost at sea,
With a celestial melody.

Morning breaks with a fiery hue,
A promise of the day anew.
The sky, a canvas ever wide,
Holds the dreams we dare not hide.