The clear blue sky, the whitish colour, clouds that later turn grey, by the sun down:
The sun brightens it up by the day and dim it by night.
The stars illuminate the skyes in its galaxy at night and the moon produces its detrimed light, it is a wonder to behold as the cloud moves and from different shapes, sizes and gradually loses.
It's bright touch as it disappeared gradually to make way for the moon, what an awe of nature.
As the stars scatter themselves abroad over the clear blue sky, as the twinkle gives the sky its night sparkle.
The sky brighten moon;
The moon indicates the procurement of the sky,
Tinkle,tinkle, tinkle splash the moon.
You've painted the sky in your poem. Wonderful!
I like how you let the sky catch your words and they are part of infinity. nature speaks with its own magic @nurudeen081
Very nice reflection, I love the blue sky and clouds and all its forms, always brings me much inspiration, thanks for sharing your writing, greetings =)