The tram rolls higher in a magnificent sky,

Let me explain how it is magnificent

The sun is not shining but lets rays point the way

The pale, almost lilac blue sky is feathered with wisps of clouds,

Forming a continent of pillowy mountains in the air

There is no guarantee of warmth or brightness in this sky

It is its own master, commaning over the day

Now clear, now sunny, then darker,  more thoughtful

It is a magnificent sky





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