Skies

A huge expanse over our heads,

The sky like a painting, a dance over space.

A color scheme ranging from daybreak to dusk,

An amazing sight, a work of art in space.

Gold brushstrokes, a dawn kiss, and the beauty of nature in the morning embrace.

Soft, white clouds that resemble cotton are the first to capture the sun's beams.

The sky at noon is a big blue sea that stretches out broad, wild, and free.

The sun ignites the skies, a heavenly pyre, like a painter with fire beams.

The sky changes to a twilight tone as darkness approaches, a subtle indication.

Whispers of stars start to emerge, revealing Night's fabric, an unspoken tale.

A silvery stream of moonlight flows, casting shadows in a fantasy of the moon.

Stories come loose, constellations glitter,

among the emptiness of the cosmos.