The stranger in me, looks to the sky.
Examine the sky and ask myself why?
Why is the sky, a shade of blue?
Why does the clouds, appear as they do?
After a storm, a rainbow appears.
The fluctuation of seasons, throughout many years.
At night the stars twinkle, at times, they don\'t appear.
Are they still out there, at the moment I stare?
As these questions appear, this stranger
Declare.
As I look to the sky - not to ask myself why!