Why do you stare at the lonesome Sky?
Its azure blue uttering a poor sigh.
Its vast expanse spreads ‘round the world
In a big ever looping lonely swirl
Overbearing; it looks down upon me;
With its emptiness it pierces me.
And at night it’s only the same
With its darkness filling the frame.
And when the light blue returns again,
Still nothing is there for it to claim as a friend.
Tell me please; I wonder why
You stop to stare at the lonesome sky.
Foolish child, you don’t understand.
Come with me and give me your hand.
Notice the clouds that flow by and by?
They float along on the sky’s contented sigh.
And the birds of song chirp happily
For the sky allows them to spread their wing.
You say it stares, even pierces you
But I say nay! You just choose
To dismiss the sun’s brilliant rays
That caresses the sky’s azure face.
And at night the twinkling stars and moon
Shine their soft light into your room.
And don’t forget the ever vast blue fingertips
That holds the world in its embrace.
Are you listening child? Do you hear this?
For the sky is never lonesome; the answer was always in your face.
