Title: The Canvas Above

Above our heads, a boundless canvas lies,

A masterpiece that stretches far and wide.

The sky, a tapestry of ever-changing hue,

A marvel of nature, a breathtaking view.

In the morning, it's a canvas of soft blues,

A tranquil backdrop for the day's debut.

The sun emerges, a golden, radiant sphere,

Painting the sky with warmth and cheer.

As day unfolds, the sky may shift and play,

With clouds that dance in a whimsical display.

Their forms like dreams, they billow and sway,

A story in motion, come what may.

Come evening, the sky's attire transforms,

With fiery shades, it ignites and warms.

The sun descends, a fiery, blazing ball,

Casting shadows, painting skies with awe.

When night descends, the canvas takes a twist,

A realm of stars, where dreams persist.

The moon, a silvery beacon in the dark,

Guides the way for wishes to embark.

The sky, a haven for birds in flight,

A spectacle of day, a beacon at night.

A reminder of the vastness of space,

A source of wonder for the human race.

So let us gaze upon this wondrous sky,

With open hearts and spirits lifted high.

For in its depths, we find boundless grace,

A timeless beauty, a sacred place.