Mysteries Of The Sky

Today when I stand still and see the blue sky,
I feel there is something more to it than what meets the eye.

Treasures unravelled, a mystery to our mind,

Kept in it's depths, very hard to find.

When a normal eye sees it,

We see the Sun shedding bright light,

We see some clouds, sometimes grey,

We see them slowly going away.

But there is a message the divine wants us to see,

A theory, a philosphy, an advice for free.

That there is really someone, someone up there,

Someone divine, whose always aware.

Someone very bright, as bright as the light,

When trying to see it our eyes shut tight.

This divine figure is just like the Sun

Being there always readily for everyone.

As the cobwebs of time gather around,

People die without making a sound,

Slowly and steadily the time marches ahead,

Without a doubt and without any dread.

This fearless time resembles the winds,

Dauntless, unstoppable whose journey never ends.

Like a frictionless tyre it keeps rolling

Never waits, never stops. never seen complaining.

The clouds that we see in this shimmering sky

Some grey, some white, some even cry.

Pearls of water come down on earth,

Spreading happiness, invaluable it's worth.

With the passage of time, humans also flee

To lands unknown, for us a mystery.

Noone's alike, have less things in common,

This is why a cloud personifies a human.

God measures each with the same stick

No averages, no probability, just a good old trick

He just presents a test to each person

One who fails, his life's will surely worsen.

This looks just like the blue layer on sky,

Covering everything from the horizon to zenith up high.

He tests you when you're most prepared

In Sheets of problems, these tests are layered.

Each answer of life is embedded in this sky

You just have to seek it by opening your eye.

Even if you fail, never fail to try,

Open up your eyes as wide as the Sky.