Thee with the name of Skies, what is your mirth
If it’s only misfortune that travels the earth?
Storm, hurricane, gale, and rain,
Raging sky with the promise of bane!
Thee with the name of Skies, where is your Sun?
Is there any your stress won’t make run?
Let the hail hit your hands just like a chain,
Bitter sky with the promise of pain!
Thee with the name of Skies, what blessed pride
Do you grant those forever at your side?
May your shine be ever bright and even,
Beautiful sky with the promise of Eden!