Curious World Poem by Jenna Dandurand

stars peeking out at
the begining of dusk,
cosmic beauty
flying in their shine.
moons floating around
a single pull, a
force unwilling to bend.
the world was created
in a curious way-
i want to live in the ocean
and fear the land,
dance on the moon
and scoff the earth-
but instead of my
wants, someone
else said
the sky is blue,
the wood is brown,
color is real,
and dreams are not.
i know there are reasons
that we couldn't understand,
but i know one.
we don't get what we want.
the sky is blue.
not black or white.
deal.
it's our curious world,
with it's curious moon
and stars.
deal.