The sky with its varying hues,
From morning to dusk,
Seems to be a covering,
An umbrella over us
As if protecting our planet
From the dark, open space
About which we read so much.
The sky with its varying hues,
From morning to dusk,
Seems to be a wonder-world
Of no colours to beautiful colours.
From sunrise to sunset,
From the morning orange
To the dusk orange,
Those colours fascinate us
And never stop fascinating us.
The white clouds in the blue sky
Tell us about the summer days.
And from cloudless skies
To the dark clouds
Announcing the onset of monsoons.
Through the day
And through the year
The sky speaks to us,
We just have to stop
And listen to what it tells us.
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Lovely shot of the sun peeking through those heavy clouds 🙂 I find the sky is an endless source of beauty and fascination.
That’s really nice, thank you.