Above, the sky, once veiled, now clear appears,

Through passing years, it shed its cloak of fears.

The clouds that sprawled across the heavens' span,

Had shrouded dreams, in silent whispers ran.

Anew, my soul with ardent yearning flies,

With newfound dreams that in my bosom rise.

Like dawn's first light, they break the night's dark claim,

And herald in an age of bright acclaim.

A canvas vast, the sky unfolds its sweep,

Where dreams, once more, their skyward dance shall keep.