Sky

The sky's a canvas, wide and blue,
Stretched out like a dream come true.
Clouds drift by, lazy and slow,
Like thoughts that wander, where do they go?

The sun paints colors, warm and bright,
Morning gold, and soft twilight.
At night, stars scatter, tiny and far,
Little wishes in a jar.

The sky just hangs, no need to try,
A perfect backdrop for every sigh.
Whether stormy, clear, or gray,
The sky just takes it, day by day.