Beyond the clouds
There lies a trail
Beneath the blues
A lot takes place.
Amidst of it all
So much goes on
From morn till eve
In light and dark.
What lies within;
Prevails the air
The hues that bloom
Pervade the air.
So quietly the mist
Sifts through
Much like a flower
In its full bloom.
A-top these clouds
Is an endless spread;
Of a blanket spanned
To limitless ends.
Above the fields;
Beneath the expanse
The birds rove around
The tellurian sphere.
Behold the beauty,
Under the blue skies
Spanned yonder
To endless sights.
