It hurts my eyes,but they refuse to stop staring,
The pale blue sky and the clouds she's wearing.
Her infinity and power, fire of her son.
Far ahead of you no matter how fast you run.
Stretched out like a floating ocean, yawning over our nations.
Admiring her purpose while laughing at our creations.
Locked away in an enchanted dark room in her home,
lye enormous jewels and were lazy lights wade and roam
Far beyond the sky herself ,this place of clockwork and charms,
like unknown fruits grown on lit up trees in very large farms.
Were amongst the dwellings hang order and pride.
This is the sky,my eyes refuse to stop staring.
The sky so bold and wide.