Do you ever stare at the nighttime sky?
Do you gaze at the stars and wonder why?
And ponder over who made you and how?
The forces that brought you to here and now?
Do you think it’s all just chaos and death?
Or truly believe that God breathed you breath?
Were you born out of ooze and slimy slop?
Or out of a garden angrily dropped?
Do you waste all your days wondering why?
Or instead just enjoy the nighttime sky?
And realize, no matter how you were made,
The fact that you’re here is what should be praised.
Next time you stare at the heavenly night,
Just try to enjoy and cherish your sight.