Dawn and dusk can only stare,
when the big albatross serenade
the kingdom of the skies it belongs to,
along with the fresh air frothing through.
The thick canopy donot intimidate
the beauty of that snowy dream.
She glides along the cloudy skies
unfazed by the towering highs.
She sings a song so sweet,
sure, the life below will miss a beat,
and all this beauty illumine together,
the mighty hand of divinity
whose work, we all are.