seeking for answers

these are the pillars that hold up the sky
grey trunks that rise up to the blue
among the leaves the little birds may fly

grim are our thoughts as time goes by
we wonder at the brightness of the hue
these are the pillars that hold up the sky

on such a day the bravest one may cry
the cycle pauses and then must renew
among the leaves the little birds may fly

even the heroes reach an end and die
that is the one path no one may eschew
these are the pillars that hold up the sky

for the best answers in the glass we scry
or else we scream as power turns the screw
among the leaves the little birds may fly

each story that we hear turns to a lie
we know how ephemeral is the long view
these are the pillars that hold up the sky
among the leaves the little birds may fly

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister