The Sky Poem by Amal Mara'beh

IT REMINDS ME THAT I WILL DIE.
I WILL TRAVEL TO THE SKY.
WHEN I SAY I CAN'T,
ITS BLUE COLOR GIVES ME THE HOPE,
AND SAYS, 'TRY.'

I SEE THE CLOUDS LIE
OVER THE WHOLE SKY.
THEY CARRY MILLIONS OF TEARS
AND THEY WILL CRY.
THEIR TEARS IS THE GIFT
WHICH THEY WANT TO DELIVER
AND THEN LIFT.

IT REPEATS WITH ME MY FAVORITE SONG.
IT IS MY GUIDE..
TELLS ME WHAT IS RIGHT
AND WHAT IS WRONG.
ITS GREATNESS KEEP ME STRONG;
HELPS ME TO CONTINUE ON MY WAY,
WHICH IS SO LONG..

IT IS THE OPEN EYE, IT IS FOR ALL.
NOBODY CAN SELL IT.
NOBODY CAN BUY.
NOBODY CAN TOUCH IT;
IT IS TOO HIGH…

WHEN I SEE ITS RED FACE IN THE EVENING.
I AM SURE IT IS NOT SHY;
RATHER, IT IS SAD…
THE SUN WILL TRAVEL TO THE NEXT PART,
AND ITS FORCED TO SAY GOODBYE!

THE NIGHT WILL START.
ITS COLOR IS BLACK NOW.
SOME PEOPLE HATE THE DARKNESS,
BUT WITHOUT THE DARKNESS
HOW CAN WE SEE THE BRIGHT STARS?
THE SKY IS THE LIGHTHOUSE
THAT CARRIES MILLIONS OF STARS
TO LIGHT THE WAY OF LOVERS AND SPOUSES.

MY WISH IS TO HAVE WINGS.
TO FLY AND FLY; TO TOUCH THE SKY.
DO YOU KNOW WHY I LOVE THE SKY?
BECAUSE WHEN I ASK IT,
IT GIVES ME THE ANSWER WITHOUT SAYING
'WHY'