i have developed this theory throughout the past week. one night it hit me so hard that i sprung up from my pillow and just could not wait to write it down...my theory is that the ground and the sky are irrevocable lovers, in deep true love. the proof is within the way they complete one another, reflect each others' movements, and unarguably demonstrate the most public displays of affection.
the ground symbolizes man and men in general, as to say that the monuments and statues and blue swimming pools erected upon it are man-made and occupied by human beings like you and me. as for the sky, she is a majestic, mysterious being, keeping her most valuable endowments in constellations far, far away where no one can reach. she shares brightness and light with the ground, yet equally possesses the ability to change her moods as rapidly as hours in the day go by, transforming from peach-gold in the morning to cyan to violet to pitch black when something feels wrong within her. the ground can always feel her heavy sadness at bad times, as she soaks him with her precious tears. sometimes soft droplets, other times sharp hail.
the sky remains the dominant one in the relationship indeed, and the ground certainly doesn't mind as he works hard with vigor and strength to cultivate his roots and grow tall, sturdy trees. he builds these trees as high as he possibly can. not only to give the sky a magnificent display of emerald, lime, and pine greens for her to admire and look at throughout her busy days, but more simply in the pursuit of trying to touch her. if he does, he will be the first. let's face it, the ground's got wood for the sky, and lots of it.
the sky continuously feels flattered and shows it to the ground well when she stays clear and sunny for days, letting everyone enjoy her beautiful features...but again, like every relationship, there comes times of inevitable change. in the sky and ground's case, it is with the change of seasons, where she leaves the ground frosted and cold soon after summer's end, blowing her hard winds, and leaving him without any source of warmth. his once bountiful trees are left naked, without their sparkling leaves.
forgiveness is one of life's greatest gifts, especially when the sky and ground have it for one another. after a winter that seemed forever-long, spring arises. the ground blossoms (in a manly way of course) and sprouts new flowers from his fresh, thawing dirt...serving as his way of saying "hello again...i love you,darling sky". the sky then stabilizes herself and spreads a sincere scene of crystal sky and weightless clouds, as her form of saying "after-all, i am so grateful for you, dear ground".