The mesmerizing sky filled in every shade of blue,
Casts down its gaze upon me anew,
The clouds form new patterns every second,
As the gentle breeze hauls the art with grace,
Leading to the emergence of yet another masterpiece,
As every cloud moves on top of another.


The more I stare the taller they become,
And I could make out a gigantic mountain of clouds,
Like the ice mountain of Everest.
It feels as though I could put a yuan of it in my palms,
And wipe my face with its ever-blue globs.


The distant chirping of white sky birds fills the air,
Echoing the distant evergreen forest somewhere beyond.
I watched blue-white paintings forming anew,
A golden-yellow ray peeps through the skies,
Finding the best path to show its face and beaming...