The Sky🩵

I love to gaze up at the sky so blue,

Where clouds glide by and change their hue.

Clouds may be white, or shades of grey,

But they always brighten up my day.

 

The sky's like a painting, up above,

A canvas where nature shows her love.

In the morning, the sky is pink and bright,

And at sunset, it's a beautiful sight.

 

The clouds are like fluffy pillows in the air,

Drifting slowly without a care.

Hours fly by as I watch and gaze,

Clouds aloft, lost in their maze.

 

When it rains, the sky turns dark and grey,

But that's just nature's way to play.

I can hear the thunder, and see the lightning,

And watch the clouds as they start to sing.

 

I'm grateful for the sky above my head,

For all the beauty nature's spread.

The sky reminds me to take a break,

And enjoy the world, for goodness sake.

                                                    - Gaurav Kothari