Sky

 

I sit here and wonder why,
God decided to make the sky,
Full of blue and white and red,
Stretching out above my head,
Filling my eyes with tiny stars,
Holding birds like miniature cars,
Stretching on forevermore,
Never-ending, like a door,
Opening to the world below -
To where the little people go,
Running through their busy lives,
Never looking at the skies.
I sit here and wonder why
God decided to make the sky...