Some people look towards sky to seek God;
Others gaze to predict weather and the rain;
I seek the sky as an outlet for my mind;
The Sun, the Moon, stars and clouds answer me;
The Hot Sun tells me to bide my time and relax;
Moon of course is epitome of cool and calm;
The multitude stars sparkle naughtily
Playing hide and seek with the clouds;
The vast canvas of ever changing colours;
Planets and comets add to the surprises;
The emergence of colourful rainbow;
Leaves no marvel to keep away all the blues.
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