sky

I like to look at the sky. But in summer it is faded, tired of the heat. But the sky of early spring is fascinating. It's like bright blue eyes winking at us from above. And I want to reach out to him with my hand, and plunge into his beauty. What if you become more beautiful yourself?

The late autumn sky puffs up its lips with rain clouds. And it gets scary - it will cry, and the rain will flood the city for a day. And then it will remain sad. After all, the years of light summer clouds, the rustle of green foliage.

By December, the sky becomes joyful - it anticipates the holidays, and gives us snow.

By spring, the sky inflates the clouds with rain again - it is necessary to prepare for the flowering of foliage, the appearance of flowers.

And then it changes again - it fades from the heat. And rain clouds do not save - rain is even harder to bear in the heat.

Then early autumn. And the bright blue sky...

Everything repeats over and over again. And no one is offended by the sky, it corresponds to the season.