The skies stretch above, vast and blue, Clouds drift lazily, soft and white, A canvas for dreams yet to bloom, In the gentle kiss of sunlight.

Fields of grain dance with the wind, A golden wave flowing in time, In the chorus of moments, life calls, Every breath a simple rhyme.

Nature’s melody, a soft embrace, Weaving the fabric of all things true, In the heart of the earth, we find ourselves, Connected through the skies so blue.

• Julian Tuwim