Be it rainfall
The sun or stars
The sky is eternal
And ever changing
Yet always inspiring
Be it a cloudy summers day
Or a clear winters eve
Eyes always cast upwards
To where the birds swim
And clouds float amongst dreams
The endless worlds above
This mortal earth
Are both magical and inspiring
Poets paint odes
To the sky above
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