Sometimes I gaze at all the star’s,
With thoughts that cannot be solved from far,
What about the plane so big and mighty?
Heavier than me still I can’t fly,
It all starts from our heads to toe,
And the life of plants how they magically grow,
Even if proved it has solved it all,
I hear my imagination telling me more,
What about the trees with their own special cure?
Our eyes are to blur,dark and old to see,
Some birds were meant to fly,
Why can’t other birds touch the sky,
I love the the way every thing blends,
With the saying that wonders shall never end.