The Brightest Blue Sky

The brightest blue sky;
The trees topped with green;
The different peoples: their colors, shapes, and sizes;
The occupations, interests, and understandings;
And the cultures that have created these minds.
All this moves me, fills me, and leaves me with wonder of the world.
Yet, for all of this, how can sorrow still stay with me?
My main guide, my surest motivation;
With a turn of my head I burst into tears – there is no warning.
I hear a sound, see a reminder, and everything is lost.
There is beauty, but is it for me?  Is it large enough
To engulf the hole, the emptiness I feel in my chest?
Why can I not take the glorious music I hear and fill this hole?
Why does all this beauty serve to remind me that I am alone?