MYSTERY OF OUR SKY
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
A starry night
Silver lights so bright
A crescent moon
Such a navy room
Out there somewhere
Is a land without a care?
Where people only know how to share
Some place up above
Where they only need and receive love
Whatever do they look like?
Do they hear or have sight?
What does their planet smell like?
Do they need food or drink?
What is in their minds?
Do they think?
Is it peaceful?
Beautiful?
What is the score?
I bet they don’t know what it’s like to be at war?
Why are we here
Living in fear
And how did they get to be there
It’s not fair?
Having said that
This earth would be a perfect land
If not for the greed of man
When it’s our turn
To die do we learn?
Go to a school to have a lesson
If we do well
Do we get a blessing?
And fail go to hell
Is there a heaven?
Somewhere up there
Do the starry lights guide us there to the door?
Do we float or is there a floor?
Will we speak the language?
On our way there do we cause damage?
Waiting will there be a golden carriage?
The mysteries of our sky
I will always ask, why?
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