The sky.
I know it sounds silly, but I love the sky...
How it dips and curves and how the birds fly so high.
Or when I'm up in the air and can't see the ground
Lifting of the earth flying inbound.
Seeing the sea but not the ocean beneath
It gives me a wonderous feeling wondering what's underneath
The fish, the coral deep below
I wonder how far down it really goes.
I love how it is so large and it can see everything that goes past
but also, how it moves around so fast
How it can change every day
from the sun to rain whilst I play
I love how it's mysterious and unknown
as if it's a secret never to have been known
I love how it expresses itself as if it where me
When it's sad or happy I can tell by its degree
I love how it follows me wherever I go
How it watches me from above rain or snow
But sometimes I wonder what will happen to the sky
Because all things have to end but will it say bye?
