The sun and the sky,
The sea and the rain,
To see, and to say,
Is nought but a game.
To wonder is to dream
Of the sun, and the sky,
Of the sea, and the rain
Which perished in the brain.
I looked upon a cloudless sky,
And wept upon the earth,
For wind and rain and water now
Have perished in the brain.
To peer out from a crevice,
Where darkness does reside,
And see the empty void above
Can only drive you mad.

I am so confused by this.