The Sky
The sky is a canvas, With strokes of azure and grey, Clouds drift like thoughts, O’er valleys that sway, Awakening whispers, Of dreams come to play, In the rapture of nature, We find our way.
- Amy Lowell
The Sky
The sky is a canvas, With strokes of azure and grey, Clouds drift like thoughts, O’er valleys that sway, Awakening whispers, Of dreams come to play, In the rapture of nature, We find our way.