Indeed the sky is a spectacular sight,
Spreading above the world
displaying its might,
A door to the universe,
A ceiling to the ground,
It’s an endless witness which knows no bounds.
Thousands of clouds the sky does hold,
Into fluffy white shapes these clouds are mould,
The sky resembles an ocean into which water is pooled,
A magnificent kingdom over which the sun ruled.
Although in the morning the sky is bright,
It is starry and mystic at night.
In the evening the sky is besieged by birds in flight,
The departing sun seems to grin at this sight.
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