The sky

The sky, so far above looks down on me and I look up at it and see its sadness. The sky looks down yet it's view is clouded by pollution and smoke from raging wildfires. It wished the world would slow and take a look around at all that is good and all that is bad and decide to fix what is wrong before it speeds up again. The sky sees the animals running from lost of forest, it sees wars that would never have happened if humans hadn't said a few incautious words, it sees bullies and friends, lies add truth, death and birth, all the amazing things the world holds.

The sky shines with millions of stars, each the soul of a missed friend, maybe one from falling forests, maybe one from wars, maybe two from lies, maybe five hundred from death, and none from joy. Each star holds life and each sky holds stars. Each human holds the power of stars in their hands if they only cared to listen to the peaceful whispering of the sky.