Tomorrow in the Sky

Beyond the clouds where starlight grows, The sky becomes what no one knows. A canvas brushed with dreams untold, In hues of silver, blue, and gold. Each dawn, a whisper calls our name, A spark, a shift, a newborn flame. The wind that moves through endless space Carries the voice of time and grace. We lift our gaze past fleeting now, To skies where hope will teach us how. No map can chart the boundless flight Of futures drawn in morning light. Let not your fears be wings of stone— The sky’s a path we walk alone. Yet in its vast, unfolding blue, The stars remind: we’re always new. So write your fate on heaven's dome, And let the sky become your home. The future waits where eagles fly— Not in the past, but in the sky.