Truth

The sky is blue, so please do not lie. If it is not, then we shall all die Like Sampaguita when it is burned: Its white petal is life; ash is death. Stay thin, O cloud above the Earth, So seeing the color is not hard. Being low is not humility When other lower eyes cannot see The real colors of the ones that fly. It is a wall of divisiveness. Stay thin, O cloud below the sky, So that the Earth can see real blueness. But you are made of the way you are. You could not hear the voice from afar. The science of skepticism Runs through your veins like the human blood, Develops objectivism Of how sky's hue may be understood. As knowledge thickens, so does your doubt. You hide the blue sky at day, O cloud. You pretend to be stronger than wind. But you fall down in the form of rain. Many lower eyes you made blind Now see that the sky is blue again.