The colors of the sky, so vast and wide,
A canvas that changes, with the tide,
From fiery reds, to deep blues so bold,
The colors of the sky, never grow old.
As the sun sets, the sky turns gold,
A sight so surreal, it never gets old,
The clouds so pink, with a hint of red,
A sight so beautiful, it takes the breath.
The stars in the sky, shine bright and true,
A symphony of colors, in a deep dark hue,
The moon casts its light, and brings a glow,
The colors of the sky, put on a show.
The sunrise, so vibrant, with colors so grand,
A new day dawns, with a sight so grand,
The sky turns orange, with a hint of gold,
The colors of the sky, never grow old.
The colors of the sky, are a sight to see,
A beauty so rare, it sets the soul free,
It reminds us of the wonder, that lies within,
And how the colors of the sky, can make our hearts sing.
So let us cherish, the colors of the sky,
And let its beauty, lift our spirits high,
For in its magic, we can find our peace,
And let the colors of the sky, our hearts release.
For the colors of the sky, are a gift so divine,
A beauty that shines, like a jewel so fine,
And as we gaze upon it, we can't help but sigh,
For the colors of the sky, never die.
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