The Same Blue Sky

It matters not under what tree you have  perched
Overhead is the same blue sky
Though tree leaves or branches or heights aren’t the same 
They still reach for the same blue sky

And even when storm clouds arrive on the scene
Blotting away the rays of the sun 
Still above and certainly far past the clouds 
The blue sky holds steadily on

Perhaps my thoughts are different from yours
Or my friends from a camp of my liking 
‘Tis no matter, for you see we are all bravely here
On this planet that is not of our making 

And so as we wonder and ponder each day 
The whats, the wherefores and whys
One thing seems unchanging even with change
Overhead is that same blue sky