Above the noise of crowded days, The sky stands wide and still. No walls, no limits, no delays— Just open, endless will. At dawn it burns in shades of gold, At noon a fearless blue. By dusk it whispers stories old In violet and dew. It holds the storms that break and fade, The thunder’s sudden cry, Yet after every shadowed shade Returns a clearer sky. At night it scatters silver light Across the quiet land, A million fires in silent flight No hand could ever command. The sky asks nothing, takes no side, It simply lets things be. A silent witness stretched wide— Unbound. Vast. Free.