If the sky wrote a story
Looking into the deepest depths in can
Within the confines of this existence
What would it say?
Would the story make any difference?
Looking up high as I can look
Upon the blue and white
Wondering where I am
Where I should be
In this life lived today
Dreaming of a future so bright
With warmth every single day
And when the stars come out at night
The brightest one will approve this sleep
As the mind is cleared and slumber is fulfilled
And in the waking hour all feels refreshed
Feeling brand new
No worries in sight
Ah, such a life to live
When all is peaceful and serene
Then the havoc shall come in fun
Nothing will ever hurt anyone
Smiling wide feeling loved
Secured, No anxiety at all
I dream and dream
For the sky tell my story
So respect will be given
In whom I am as a whole
The sky it never judges
That I should have already known
If only I could fly in its beauty
So the world could see who I truly am
If the sky wrote a story
Would anyone respect it for what it was?
I write my story through stanzas
The best way of getting myself out into the world
The sky's legacy is limitless
What will become of my own?
Once upon a Sky… How do you truly feel about me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deepest depths with the muse of creation. Thanks for sharing.