Beneath the canopy of twilight’s embrace,
The sky whispers secrets of the distant stars.
A canvas of dreams, painted in hues of grace,
Where the moon’s soft glow heals all scars.

Through the veil of night, constellations dance,
Each twinkle a story, a tale of old.
The sky, a poet with a timeless trance,
Weaving mysteries in threads of gold.

Dawn’s gentle kiss wakes the sleeping dawn,
The horizon blushes with a rosy hue.
Daylight ascends, the night’s spell gone,
Yet the sky’s wonders remain ever true.

As the sun dips low, in a fiery descent,
The heavens ignite in a crimson blaze.
The sky, an endless, eternal event,
A masterpiece that forever amazes.