Why Blue?

If one never looks at the sky, to wonder long upon its blueness, to see it contrasted with the green of the mountains forest, then one will never consider it, or when he does, thinks it not much worth his time.  If one overlooks the Praying Mantis, doesn’t speak to it as one living thing to another, telling it, “I am more glorious, oh so much more glorious than you,” one could think less of it and much less of himself.  Flowers and birds, trees and bees, are all there to give all our wise answers to all our dull questions a place, sheer foolishness.  The grandeur of us is us apart from anything we have done.  You are you with absolutely no help from you.  Your thinking, seeing, feeling, hurting, loving self is gifted to you.  You are a gift, the most stunning gift of all your life.  But if you don’t normally hear the wind in the trees, you are not much worth a moment being you.  Oh the mysteries of God in Three while sitting on the porch under a blue sky I see, but have no thoughts worthy of why it is blue.