The sky wakes first, in shades of gold,

A quiet promise, gently told.

It stretches wide with breath so blue,

A roof of dreams the world looks through.

At noon it laughs in blinding light,

Where clouds drift slow like thoughts in white.

The sun writes warmth on every face,

Time pauses in that open space.

By dusk, the sky learns how to feel,

With purple wounds it cannot heal.

Orange whispers kiss the air,

As day and night agree to share.

At night it turns to velvet deep,

A field where ancient secrets sleep.

Stars are holes where heaven sighs,

Soft prayers escaping through the skies.

O endless sky, both near and far,

You hold our fears, our hope, our star.

Above all noise, beyond all cry,

We learn to dream because you fly. 🌌