The ancient eyes of the Ethiopian sky,
Gaze down upon the land, where time drifts by.
In their depths, a history etched in every hue,
Stories of a culture both old and new.

Beneath the celestial canvas, a tapestry unfolds,
With stars like diamonds and stories untold.
The cradle of humanity, where life first began,
In the Ethiopian sky, the Earth's ancient plan.

The constellations dance, a timeless ballet,
As night turns today and darkness gives way.
The moon's gentle glow, the stars up high,
Are the ancient eyes of the Ethiopian sky.

They've witnessed empires rise and fall,
Heard the voices of generations call.
In their watchful gaze, the world they've seen,
From the mountains to the valleys, where nature's queen.

The Ethiopian sky, a treasure trove of lore,
A testament to the past and the stories it bore.
In its ancient eyes, we find our roots,
A connection to history, in its silent pursuits.

So as we look up and ponder the why,
Let's remember the wisdom in the Ethiopian sky.
In its celestial embrace, we're never alone,
For in its ancient eyes, our stories are known.