The Answer

I think you know the answer
I bet you've heard it all before
Whispered words from ancient youth
On holy pages drawn 

They resonate out those inward tales 
To the sky they make their move
Upon clouds they make their misty mark
Where in sunshine they bloom for you

So turn not down your upwards glance
There is a story boldly written
Next time you find your mind unclear 
Upon the sky fix your eye and listen