The sky, vast and immeasurable, has always been a silent witness to the tales of time. Beneath its expanse, countless lives have unfolded….. some bright with joy, others heavy with sorrow. It listens without judgment, cradling our fleeting existence in its infinite arms. What if the sky were not just a canvas of clouds and stars but a sentient being, quietly offering wisdom to those who pause to look up? This poem seeks to explore that silent wisdom, inviting us to reflect on our place in the vastness of existence.
Beneath the sky, where soft winds play,
It knows the tales of every day.
Each fleeting cloud, a transient sigh,
Marks moments passed, yet cannot die.
The stars alight in velvet dark,
Are sparks of hope, a fleeting spark.
They speak of lives that burned so bright,
And vanished softly into night.
The sky, a mirror vast and still,
Reflects both chaos and our will.
Its azure depths, a boundless sea,
Call forth the dreams of you and me.
It watches silently as we strive,
Through fleeting days, to feel alive.
Yet in its breadth, it holds no grudge,
Nor casts a shadow, nor a judge.
A thunderstorm, a gentle rain,
It gifts both fury and refrain.
Its message clear: all things must flow,
To come, to stay, and then let go.
Beneath its gaze, we learn to see,
How small we are, yet vast we’ll be.
For though we fade, its endless hue,
Holds remnants of the lives we knew.
The sky is both a silent witness and a timeless teacher. It reminds us that while our lives are brief, they are meaningful in their transience. Like clouds and stars, we leave behind traces…… impermanent yet unforgettable. Perhaps the greatest lesson the sky offers is not to fear our smallness but to embrace the infinite wonder that comes with being a part of something so vast. In this, we find solace: we are fleeting, yes, but we are also eternal.
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