The Sky

A Poem by Fia Naturie

Have you ever thought of the sky,
looking down at us and asking why?
Why were we made?
What was the purpose of man?
How do we coincide?
Do you think the sky rages from being annoyed at us?
It's like being on an ant farm.
Causing each other harm.
To go this way and that?
I would be mad at this fact.
Maybe the sky is depressed, blowing out puffed clouds.
Tired of watching the magnificence of man.
Yet knowing they do not understand.
What little time they have.
What miraculous things could be had?
If they would just stay still, but their true nature calls to the nomad.
I sit here and look at the sky.
Wondering why can I not reach so high.
Sore in the comfort of the blue.
To understand why we both feel the way we do.
Projecting my curiosity in the steadfast sky.
I am always wondering why.