What, really
is this sky we behold?
It looks so
near, yet it`s so far
Its moon
lights up our night into bright daylight
Yet if it
were shut off, we`d be in total darkness.
The sky is
not just a celestial object
It`s a
bottomless pit
No, it`s
mystic poetry
It`s perhaps
God`s secret.
It brings us
showers of rain
It shows us
shades of clouds
It impresses
us with meteoric myths and legends
Its stars we
can never count
Its spirits
we can never comprehend
Its sun and
moon eclipses confound us
Yet its
rainbow warns us
Sometimes it
swallows them all up like a prey.
It looks
like the wide and endless sea
It appears like the wild beast
It moves
like the frightful python
It yawns
like the angry dragon.
It offers
its wisdom to the ancient priests
It gives the
women a topic for gossip
It confers
on men a false sense of security
To us on
earth it spells death in the heavens.
Serpent
Monster
Man
Or God
What does it
matter?
The sky is
the sky.
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