The morning sky is a lazy, sleepy child
reluctant to be awoken from its blanket of darkness
Until the sun comes in, pouring its rays of light, so mild
like a mother gently pulling away the drapes, to a new beginning of brightness

As the sky transitions from its shade of slumber
to the light blue colour of the day
It offers its infinity to the sun's light, it welcomes the birds to fly in number
And it mingles with the umpteen clouds, now whiter with a tinge of grey

The elapsing time from the mundane midday
to the orange rays of the drowning sun, setting the skyline on fire
Dusk draws in, as the stars adorn the roof in twinkling display
and the city is hushed in innocent sleep, with the tranquil sky as a pacifier.

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