Our Sky High Masterpiece
I know no more impressive masterpiece
Than the one all can behold.
Countless leagues away,
But its art all can know.
With the finest painter's brush,
And the softest puff of a pipe,
The art in the sky above so high
Was brought to life
To envelop us day and night.
There is neither effort nor set design,
So each day we take some time
To see what chance devised.
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