The sky with her baby blue eyes,
Gazes upon us with endless skies.
Her hue so soft, a tranquil sight,
In her embrace, all troubles take flight.

Those eyes reflect the morning sun,
As each new day has just begun.
With whispers of clouds in gentle embrace,
Her serene gaze, a boundless space.

She paints the day in hues so clear,
A canvas of blue, without a fear.
Her eyes watch over both land and sea,
In her tranquil gaze, we feel free.

At dusk, her eyes turn to twilight's hue,
The stars emerge in their cosmic view.
Her eyes, a lullaby to the night,
Guiding the stars, shining so bright.

In storms, her eyes reflect the grey,
A tumultuous dance in skies at play.
Yet even in tempests, her eyes hold grace,
The sky with her baby blue embrace.

So vast and endless, her tender gaze,
The sky with her eyes, in myriad ways.
A sight to cherish, beneath her skies,
The sky with her baby blue eyes.