Pondering

I ponder why is there not a grass in dark blue, white and gray of the night set sky and there are gardens underneath the oceans vast. I ponder why I think of life and death and the little speck that sits in between for me when I look at the beauty you redeemed. I ponder whether marshmallows are lonely or just lazy. Sitting there and waiting to cry out or dissipate never letting out what was inside. If I were a cloud I'd let it all out, below on the greens, grays, browns, whites, yellows, and the rest.