I wonder how much time each person spends looking at the sky.
It’s pretty miraculous that
Every single gaze
Is repeatedly pulled to the vast expanse above
From all corners of the earth
It is incontestably necessary.
I wonder if the sky can see us too
If it knows of its great beauty
Of its pull, its allure
Or perhaps not
But what cannot be disputed
Is the fact that it is beautiful
And it unites us all
The great ceiling of our home
Fills each and every soul with wonder
Each and every one
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
I wonder how much time each person spends looking at the sky.
It’s pretty miraculous that
Every single gaze
Is repeatedly pulled to the vast expanse above
From all corners of the earth
It is incontestably necessary.
I wonder if the sky can see us too
If it knows of its great beauty
Of its pull, its allure
Or perhaps not
But what cannot be disputed
Is the fact that it is beautiful
And it unites us all
The great ceiling of our home
Fills each and every soul with wonder
Each and every one
