Sometimes I look at the sky
I look at the sky and I wonder why

Why do we make everything so huge
How can anything be so great when there is something out there so much greater and beyond us

Sometimes I wish we could be like nature
I think about the trees that stretch towards the sky, closer than we have ever made
Nature is imperfect and it accepts that
Accepting that makes it grow bigger and more beautiful

Sometimes the sky brings me new life
Making me think that maybe we are small but we can grow to be like the mightiest oak

If only we accept and move on

Sometimes the sky makes me think

Sometimes the sky has more beauty than one could ever imagine

Sometimes the sky is a reflection and other times its a meaning

But the sky, is always there

And the sky is always an inspiration if only we let be just that