Beneath the endless azure dome we lie,
Witness to the whispers of the sky,
Where stars are dreams that softly sigh,
And clouds are thoughts that drift on by.
The sun, a golden beacon bright,
Guides us through both day and night,
While moon and stars in silent flight,
Inspire our hearts with pure delight.
In twilightâs tender, gentle grace,
The sky becomes a soft embrace,
A canvas where the colors chase,
Each other in a twilight race.
As night unfolds its velvet hue,
The sky reveals a deeper view,
A tapestry of dreams anew,
Whispering secrets to the few.