In the heart of a sky, so vast and bold, A wooly eye watches, its gaze uncontrolled. Through clouds it peers, like a sentinel true, Over a city of colors, every hue. A woman stands, with care in her hands, Cleaning the windows, across glassy lands. Each swipe a reflection, a shimmer, a glow, She tends to the skyline where vibrant lights flow. The city breathes, in hues so bright, Every corner alive in the morning's light. As the eye in the sky softly keeps guard, Her work beneath it is steady and hard. A dance of colors, a stroke of grace, In this painted world, they find their place. Together they move, the sky and the streets, Where art and labor, in harmony, meet. Made with love and wools