Beauty of the sky, it has no end so it’s said It reflects upon the earth and justifies its name Toned with glorious colors Surface of blue, cotton of white A brim of dark clouds, a sign of rain
Beauty of the sky, it has no end so it’s said It’s all in the sky Don of a new day, raises the sun When night falls the sky is open You see the stars, you see the moon Wish upon a star, wishes are granted
Beauty of the sky For in the beginning all was without form But now reigns glorious.
Beauty Careful as I got, paying heed to the sculpture With such finesse, and an eye of a vulture Every peculiarity went on to depict a story Incarnating legends, of the war that was gory Over the period beauty stood
Light a sharpie so bright shines on beauty seen through decay. Both beauty and decay form a duality of darkness and luminosity. Beauty is a love that can provide for its reality against dismay. Just as tradition is a security
A sky naked without clouds Is no fun to watch and spend time Shapeless clouds floating around Makes the sky to be filled in charm People’s mind is just like a plain sky Without dreams and hopes at infancy Mind