In the vast expanse where sages dream free,
Lies a realm of serenity, cleared sky.
It's a canvas bare, where the heart can see,
And the mind finds solace, hard to deny.

The clear sky, a purge of the earth's clutter,
A breath of fresh air, a sweep of the hand,
Where chaos is hushed, and disorder is butter,
Smoothed over by the quiet, expansive land.

It's a balm for the weary, a reprieve for the lost,
A moment of stillness in time's relentless race,
In the clear sky, all find not a cross,
But a clearing of burdens, an open space.

Yet, in thy depth, so sharp, so sly,
For in thy face, man’s folly comes to light,
In its emptiness, our masks are stripped away,
And naked to the world, our souls take flight.