Endless Sky

The sky is endless

Where does it go?

Where does it come from?

What does it know?

The endless sky

Has heard of things,

Rumours of what

Each day will bring.

The birds passing through

Spoke of the trees

The sky heard of flowers

From high-flying bees

The sky learned of people

When a plane came in sight

And before the sky knew it

The people made light.

But despite entertainment

The great sky was sad

Because a long-lasting friend

The sky’d never had.

So there it exists

Lonely and blue

The endless sky simply is

Because what else can it do?

We stare at it, marvel,

But not many believe

That nothing can prosper

If the endless sky leaves.