For the Sky Was Gray

Yesterday,
I wandered the halls of my home,
waiting for something to happen.
Anything,
really,
anything at all,
but the time never came.
I waited restless moments,
restless hours, 
until a thought came to mind.
I could take a walk,
perhaps,
and breath in the sky of blue,
I could greet the frosty clouds. 
But,
when I opened the door to
the world,
I decided to stay home instead,
for the sky was gray.
I had known that this was true,
but I simply couldn't believe myself. 
Everything around me,
the ground,
the trees,
the air,
was so beautiful,
so magnificent,
and yet,
I still found myself disappointed,
upset,
frustrated,
for the sky was not sunny,
it was not a mirror of the sea,
but gray.
Simple,
some might say.
Dull,
some might say.
And, 
at this moment,
I was saying the same things.
Ah, but that was of course
before I looked up,
and saw an amazing thing. 
Something that shined
like the stars,
perhaps even the sun.
Yes, the sky may be gray,
but without the gray,
where is the mystery,
where is the secrecy?
Without that shield,
that barrier,
we would never know,
unless we were to go up ourselves,
we would never truly know
what lies beyond the space above us,
the wall above us,
for the sky,
our sky,
is gray.