Dear Sky

What did I do,

what did I not do,

I look up to the sky,

and ask this question again and again.

Perhaps it was nothing at all,

nothing I did or did not do.

Perhaps it was just written after all,

and I just have to stand tall.

Diana, remember that life is like the sky.

Sometimes its blue, sometimes its orange,

sometimes its just completely black.

But the sky, the sky is always beautiful.

Life is too.