By Ayesha Rietveld

Above our heads, a canvas vast,
A wondrous world that holds us fast,
The sky so blue, the clouds that soar,
An endless realm we all adore. 

But try to touch, to grasp a cloud,
It slips away, so soft, so proud,
The sky, a mystery we admire,
Yet distant, like a floating lyre. 

With arms outstretched,we yearn to fly,
To touch the stars up in the sky,
But though it seems within our sight,
The heavens dance beyond our might. 

Like birds that soar on feathered wings,
The sky remains a place of kings,
It's not for us to touch, you see,
But in our hearts, forever free. 

So dream of skies and stars above,
A world of wonder, peace, and love,
Though out of reach, it sparks our glee,
A boundless world for you and me.