Everything knows of the sky,

Blue and beautiful,

They don’t ask why,

But the sky goes on, smooth as a musical

 

Are there dreams of the sky?

“How many?” you may wonder,

You may not know, but if you do, then don’t lie

“How Many?” there’s something for you to think and ponder

 

Some call the sky “The vault of Heaven”

The very opposite of Hell,

While “The vault of Heaven” is beautiful and luminescent

Meanwhile in Hell, it’s just darkness, fire, and screams and yells

 

The sky may have dreams,

Just like a human being does

Someday, we will find these so-called “Dreams”,

Ask me why I write about these dreams and I’ll say, “Just Because”