Alex

Foolish rains, why do you fall from the heavens up above? Why abandon your seat in the endless skies Is such freedom not enough? Childish winds, why run so fast it seems to be a waste? For if I lived your life of ease I would shun such reckless haste. Sluggish clouds, why do you sleep all hours of the day? Methinks such a view as your bed in the skies would beg you stay awake. Children of the sky, how can you be oblivious to life's reality? I'll keep the pains of life on earth if I maintain my understanding of its beauty. . . . I wish to be as the elders of the sky the guardians of night and day. The sun, the moon, the army of stars always guiding my way. Passionate sun, how can you burn with such intensity and never cease? I wish that I could love like you that my flames would never decrease. Caring moon, do you not grow tired ushering me through the dark? I hope someday such a spirit in me can light a broken, darkened heart. And faithful stars, steadfast in brotherhood, does familiarity not breed contempt? Your undying camaraderie and united glimmer exemplifies friendship I could never attempt.