The Skies

The skies above, a canvas wide,
With clouds that dance and softly glide,
In colors rich, they change and drift,
An artist’s hand, a stunning gift.

The sun will rise, the stars will gleam,
Each twilight whispers, each dawn beams,
From blue to gray, from light to dark,
In every hue, a subtle spark.

Oh, skies so vast, so full of grace,
You cradle dreams in your embrace,
In nature’s heart, I look and see,
The endless beauty, wild and free.

• Margaret Munro