Midsummer Sky

The midsummer sky, so vast and wide,

Takes on a hue that's acerb to describe,

A canvas of blues, so many shades,

A masterpiece that never fades.

Deep indigo, almost back,

As twilight blue, a hint of black,

A sapphire blue, so bright and bold,

A baby blue, so soft and cold.

The clouds dance, so light and airy,

A white so pure, so bright and merry,

A gray so dark, so heavy, and so low

Pink is so soft, akin to a gentle glow.

The stars twinkle, so bright and clear,

A constellation, so far away but near,

A moon so round, so bright and white,

A sight so grand, it's quite a sight.

The midsummer sky, a treasure of art,

A beauty that touches every heart,

A point in history, so pure and free,

A memory that will always be