Our Sky is Infinite

Your sky, my sky, our sky, is infinite.

Our ancestors will always be the stars we look at,

The sky’s rain taught me how to grieve and cry.

The sky is beautiful and consistent.

The sun and moon keep a secret from us. 

They gave birth to the sky, from the clouds that rain tears, to the sun beaming.

Nature’s gorgeous gift keeps us admiring and curious. 

Because how can beauty be so simple, yet teach us so much?

The sky is built from pain. Bruises and scratches,

that are illuminated sunrise and sunset.

The sun and moon made the sky as a permanent gift, 

And delivered the treasured message to own each and every one of our scars. 

I have had to move around constantly throughout my childhood, 

A little piece of my heart is left behind in each and every place I live.

But no matter where I am in the world, 

If I look up at the sky, it’s always going to be looking down and teaching me new things.

Your sky, my sky, our sky, is infinite.

Thank you sky for being my clarity, 

The sky equals familiarity.