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

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