In the vast domain where dreams take off,
Lies a material of marvel, growing in sight,
The sky, an embroidery of interminable charm,
Unfurling its magnificence, so unadulterated and secure.
At sunrise's most memorable blush, its brilliant beams touch off,
Warming the world with their brilliant light,
An ensemble of varieties, energetic and strong,
The sky's show-stopper, a story yet untold.
Purplish blue blues stretch far, similar to mysteries murmured in trust,
Interminably coming to, unbounded and just,
A jungle gym for birds, taking off as high as possible,
Their wings in musicality with the boundless sky.
At the point when nightfall shows up, as sunlight pulls out,
A divine artful dance, without any blemishes,
Stars show some signs of life, gleaming above,
Planning heavenly bodies, a divine love.
The moon, a delicate watchman, sparkling so brilliant,
Directing lost spirits with its gleaming light,
The sky's charm, a hypnotizing view,
A three step dance of marvels, perpetually once more.
Through roaring mists, lightning might move,
Deafening thunders, nature's wild sentiment,
However even in confusion, excellence takes its hold,
An update that obscurity can be reassured.
Virtue, sky so huge, glorious and excellent,
You hold our fantasies, similar to a sensitive strand,
Rousing artists, visionaries, what not,
Your highness, a radiant call.
The tall sky is no less than a heaven, the one who sees it becomes mesmerized, its color is different in every season, it always fascinates