We may look at the star filled sky,
And think of God.
We may look at the bright blue sky,
And think of our departed loved ones.
But, whenever we look at the sky,
The fear of death strikes us,
As we know that eventually, death will come to us all.
And if we have antoned for our sins, we may be sent up to the heavenly clouds,
So that our next generations may look up and think of us.
Because nobody looks down to the ground, and thinks of God.
Nobody looks down to the dirt and dust below, and thinks of our departed loved ones.
The ground is filled with hatred, but the sky is filled with a compassion we cannot understand.
Thus, our atoning begins.
~Zen Sea - Friend of Authour