Sky

Today the sky's cloudy...
I'm wondering what do I love so much about it?
Why do I keep observing it, every day, as if it's something new?

... You know what I like about that sky?
It's always there
It's just there
It's here
Every day, looks different, yet the same...
Cloudy, sunny, rainy, snowy...
It doesn't matter, we live with it.
It's alive
Its being


and we, humans, accept that fact...
complaining about it, sometimes... but still loving it.

So stupid and tiny our minds are... We don't even realize... That's how the whole cycle of life should be... That's how we should be with each other...
We're too blind and rushed by life.

Will we only realize it when it's too late?!    

 -Tiny