Beth Nielsen Chapman - The Mighty Sky

Feathered clouds of golden hues
Are fashioned by the gentle winds
A silent dome of stars appears
The canopy of night descends

Hidden treasures then are found
Their subtle glories greet the eye
And the gifts of peace are handed down
To watchers of the Mighty Sky

Flying through Orion
You would have to go so far
From proplyd fires
To Cassioppeia’s stars

Squint your eyes, outstretch your hand
And hold a billion galaxies
More stars than are grains of sand
And each with countless mysterie

Though our feet are bound by Earth
In our hearts we all can fly
And imagination’s ours since birth
As children of the Mighty Sky

So let us sail, past Earth’s blue veil
Along celestial streams
For all of this
Our compass is our dreams

Hidden treasures then are found
Their subtle glories greet the eye
And gifts of peace are handed down
To watchers of the Mighty Sky