I Asked

I Asked I asked the star up in the sky, "When the storms move in, do you run and hide, Or do you stand still through it all~~ And calmly remain through thick or thin?" I asked the tree that stood by my side, "Do you ever want to hide, Or do you remain as always before, Waving your limbs and the storms ignore?" I asked the ground upon which I stood, "Do you tremble and shake at the mighty roar, As you see all around come crashing to shore, Or like the star and the tree, remain as you were meant to be?" I hear their whispering answer to me, "We are not in control of what we are not, And thus to these things we give Nary a thought."

© Shammah