the sky over my home

The sky over my home is the bluest
You can't paint this kind of blue even if you try
Mix the darks and lights together
and soft melting whites away.

The sky over my home is the darkest
The purest, the starriest
Such hues that mountain skies look pale
Such iridescent that even shadows fall away
At the right time
At the right dusk
you could see the milky way
and sunsets azuring rays.

The sky over my home,
It's the bluest
So blue
that even oceans try to mimic it's grace.