The Sky

The sky is a perpetual light of hope
When I think about the sky, sun, and all the wonders
That envelope the world there so much vivacity and radiance
I look up and see anything my mind can imagine
When the sky turns pink and shades of red and orange
And, then so sudden they emerge all at once from the calm Earth
Shadows diminish and the world seems nevertheless renewed and awake
Dawn appears, clouds ascend
And, the suns beams its incandescence on the morning ground
The world is peaceful for light has risen