11/15/18 7:53pm
I stare up at the sky and
I wonder if the snow gets tired of falling
Or if the rain is eager to run dry
At night I wonder if the stars get tired of shinning bright
And if they're like people
Holding onto broken thread
Struggling to hang on
But desperately wanting to fall
I wonder if the birds simply don't want to fly
And want to stay home
Somber and solemn
Till they get sick of being in their nests
I wonder if the sun struggles to rise
And is desperate to set
Or if the moon ever wishes to not been seen
I wonder if the leaves find it hard when autumn comes
And if it hurts to let go
From the branches up above
I wonder if the clouds ever desire to fade
To be whisked away
Hidden from the day
I wonder if the waters just want to disperse
If the waves ever get bored of the splish and the splash
If they ever just want to take a break
From being a home to the animals of the sea
I wonder if the grass gets angry after being trampled and eaten
It grows and is trampled
It restores itself
Then it's eaten
Just to regrow again every season
I wonder if the trees think its worth it
To live and to die
To come back to life
To be desecrated by dogs and drunks
To be cut down
To be stripped
To be abused
Just to die
And be forced to regrow every spring
Just to be treated the same way all over again
I wonder if fire ever gets sick of burning
And desires to switch places with water
And if water ever desires to switch places with fire
I wonder if the air desires to pause
Desires to take a mental health day
And clean itself of all the filth
People put into it
I wonder if the earth ever tires of rotating
If it's axis gets rusty as it turn and turns
I wonder
If the nature of things
Ever desires not to function as created to
The way people do
