The Welkin

All away from the world outside

Thinking of mine deep inside

All the stars flickering above

With the moon as a curve

The aspiring source

For when I convalesce

The whoopings and the whit

They’re my day’s highlight

All away from the city light

Escalating my naught might

It’ll be moving clouds in an azure

Me, it takes way more

All that’s there in the sky

Let it fly high