The sky, profound and vast above our heads,
A glass jar filled with stars in battles' dance, Celestial bodies in celestial beds,
Their remnants form the stars,
a cosmic chance.
The builders of the pyramids,
so wise,
And makers of the heavens' boundless skies,. Perhaps it's as simple
as the vowels we speak,
Yet sweetness can bring cavities,.
so meek.
Curiosity's tango in my mind,
Will answers ever come,
or be confined To nights like this,
with starry skies aglow,
Clouds signal much,
but do we truly know?
Instead of farming life,
a precious gift, We stay indoors,
love's ember we uplift,
Does rain asleep bring hope or paradox?
Can we hear our ancestors' urgent knocks?
The lightning from the sky with righteous fire, Awakens heavens,
sets the world on fire,
The thunder's roar,
a call to young and old, Sinner and saint,
to rise,
be strong,
be bold.
Can't you perceive the social media's guise,
Double agents in their digital ties,
Leaders wear sheep's clothing in the fold,
Hiding from the wolves,
a tale untold.