They ask me what my favorite thing is
but something so vast can’t be deduced to a thing—
It can’t be materialized or fabricated;
it can’t even be captured.
Its very essence is fleeting,
because change itself is permanent.
They ask me what my favorite thing is,
and I say
The Sky.
Not because of the stars or clouds,
sun or moon—
shade or light.
Not because of the sunrise or sunset,
clear or gloom—
day or night.
They ask me what my favorite thing is,
and I say
The Sky—
because
it belongs to everyone.
They will fight for land
and through the oceans,
but
no one fights over the sky,
because
it belongs to everyone—
It covers the very soil and water
that they fight over,
not realizing that what is above
will always belong to everyone
below.
