The Song of the Endless Sky

The Song of the Endless Sky

Beneath the canvas vast and wide,

Where sun and moon in silence bide,

The winds of time, they softly cry,

A song that echoes through the sky.

In golden hues, the stars are born,

They twinkle bright through night’s adorn,

Their whispered tales, their ancient lore,

Of lands unknown, of distant shore.

The mountains rise, they kiss the clouds,

With peaks adorned in nature's shrouds,

Their voices deep, a thundered call,

Resounding through the earth’s wide hall.

And rivers dance, they twist and wind,

Through valleys deep, where dreams unwind,

Their waters sing, a melody,

Of all that was, and all that’ll be.

The oceans hum a timeless tune,

Underneath the silver moon,

Their waves crash high, their whispers low,

As secrets in the currents flow.

But in the quiet of the night,

When stars and moon take their flight,

A silence falls, both soft and deep,

Where dreams and silence gently sleep.

And though the world may turn and spin,

The song of life will still begin,

For every breath, for every cry,

Is part of the eternal sky.

So listen close, and you will hear,

The song that echoes far and near,

Of life, of love, of hope, and time,

A melody forever in rhyme.