The Sky in my Pond

As a child I loved to visit
The little house where my grandma lived
And in the whispering woods around
Was the most quiet, serene, tranquil pond
Each time I peeped in it I’d see
The warm, blue sky staring back at me
“Grandma, how is it that the sky has come down?
To be a part of this beautiful pond?”
“There is a power that we all possess
To achieve and accomplish more than the rest
A strength that makes even a small pond so great
That it envelopes the skies within its fate”
So whenever the world tramples over my dreams
And tells me they aren’t as good as they seem
I try not to let them damage my soul
But strive to rise and achieve my goal
I stretch out my hands and reach for what’s beyond
And compel the sky to come into my pond.