It makes you feel small,being vast and blue,
The sky is a cool painting that God drew,
A painting in which the colours change,
From black to orange,a very wide range.
Sometimes,its shining,sunny and clear,
And it seems like heaven is very ,very near,
Sometimes it becomes stormy and rages,
Something we have seen throughout the ages.
On pitch black, crystal, clear nights,
When you drive away from all the city lights
The starry blanket of far suns reveal ,
That all on earth isn't really a big deal.
Sailors have used it to get back home,
Priests,to worship it,have built grand domes.
And since birds fly in it and call it home,
The sky seems to be a great biome.
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