The Empyrean Agony

Once upon a time the sky,
Broke nto a wail so high,
That a wanderer passing by,
Stopped to ask the reason why..

"Just go away and let me moan",
The sky replied in a haunted tone,
"You've got no errand here,
So move along and break that stare."

The reluctant traveller querried again,
To know the reason of his pain,
This time the sky replied in his baritone,
"The reason is that I am all alone."

"Although I have a great altitude,
But this forces me to live in solitude.
Although I can see everything,
Yet I am stagnant so I can do nothing."

"I've seen the sun rise and set,
But it's a pity we have never met.
It's great to see clouds below,
But they aren't everlasting as they have to blow."

"I look at the stars twinkling above,
Thinking that when will I encounter true love.
I see people moving below,
But I have ne'er ever said them hello!"

Although the sky had spoken ghastly,
Yet the wanderer replied calmly,
"Your problem is your attitude,
Which reflects back your altitude."

"You always try to haunt and bellow,
Instead you should try to become mellow..."