The skies, a canvas of wonder, a vast expanse of blue,
A reflection of our dreams, and all that we hold true.
From dawn's first light, to dusk's final hue,
The skies paint a picture, of beauty, anew.

The sun rises high, a fiery ball of might,
Bringing life to the world, and banishing the night.
The clouds drift by, like cotton candy fair,
Shifting shapes and forms, beyond compare.

The stars twinkle bright, like diamonds in the sky,
A celestial show, that catches the eye.
The moon glows full, a silver crescent beam,
Illuminating all, in a soft, ethereal dream.

The skies, a constant reminder, of the beauty above,
A symbol of hope, and a labor of love.
For in their ever-changing, yet eternal grace,
We find solace, peace, and a sense of our place.