You ask me if I believe in forever

Forever… I think of the sky, how it just stays up there, unmoving, inspiring. And every time I gaze at it, it never is the same as yesterday. I’d think of how the trees spread its branches to it as if it wanted to touch and see what it felt like. But some leaves have fallen, some branches withered. It never felt what it wanted but just left with a wide grin full of questions unanswered