The sky.
A miracle to behold.
Everyday, a picture
For our eyes to feast upon
Punctuated by masses of clouds
And at night,
Dotted with stars
That beckon us to gaze at the sky
And then there's the moon
That shines its heart out at night.
It receives its spotlight
From the sun
And as I look from my window pane
At the sky
All I can do is wonder
For just how long all of us will be
Deciphering the many mysteries
Of the painted canvas that refreshes everyday,
Placed right above us so we look at it,
And envy it
Everytime.
Wow. Your poem took me to the terrace and made me happy as I could see dark blue sky with small shining stars and glowing moon from my hall itself. Enjoying your writings Shriyandhaa
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