The sky is beautiful,

Just as beautiful as the earth living in the coat of it; it feeds us a lovely shine that the grass below can’t get enough of.

It feeds us a beautiful ocean that shines as blue as the feeling of love,

It carries the warmth and vitality that allows the flight of majestic doves.

A big star, the sun shines the bright color like gold,

As priceless as that sky is, above it are stars. Stars even more precious than our own—

You would think fairies joust across the galaxy looking out how the stars fill a abyss of nothingness.

How bold of those light streaks to gracefully unfold—

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold;

a place once so magical now hurt to behold.