I am always looking
to the
sky
way up high
if you notice
I, I am always…
The trees
twist and grow
higher
and higher
they go
for the blue,
the white,
the pinks,
the grays.
I, I am always
looking
at the
sky.
How high, how
vast,
how beautiful
in every way.
No matter my faults,
or the world how it
is,
I will
look toward the sky.
High, higher than I can
reach.
I, I am not
being
dramatic,
or as
symbolic
as I could be,
or can be,
I am simply saying,
that I have this
love
for the sky
for the leaves and limbs
of trees plastered high
above, as well.
As for you, and I,
look up, look up,
both ways.
If you understand me,
if you really do,
you will look above,
and we will know.
We will know, something that they
may not,
a big taste
of love,
of hope,
of freedom-
those are little
reasons why,
I, I am looking at the sky.
-Angela R. Watts