Who made the sky?

Who made the sky? 
Sewed each tiny patch of blue together one by one 
Then delicately stretched it across our heads,
Stretched it across our heads, to keep us warm and cool, 
Warm and cool, warm and cool

Who said that everything below this thin blue ceiling 
Was now our home
Who said this when they knew of its fragility?

Who decided on the formation of the clouds?
White and soft, armchairs for our eyes
Who made them float?
Who made them twist themselves into animals one moment
Then rain down storms and throw thunderbolts the next?

Who worked out how to stand a tree upright 
And hang leaves off her branches 
To make flowers look beautiful
Who decided what colours to paint their faces
Who decided that bees would keep all this alive?

Who placed the oceans where they are and not somewhere else?
Who made the land sit where it does
Who put the people where we are
Then give us the capacity to make every surface of the earth feel our presence?

Who thought productivity was the best measure of a human’s worth?
Then built entire economies and nation states upon this idea?

Who thought killing each other 
Was the best way to resolve our differences?
And who thought to make us believe we were all so different anyway?

Who gave us minds to dream with and eyes to cry from
Who taught us how to love with everything we have inside 
And who taught us to kill with little afterthought?

How did our mouths learn to string together magical notes one day 
And scream hatred at each other the next

Who decided two ears to one mouth was a good ratio?
And why was our heart placed so close to our head?

Who made it so we had to talk to each other
And live with each other, to survive?
Why do we find this all so very hard?

Who let us feel sadness? 
And why is beauty so often hiding deep inside of it?

Why do some people see heaven in a face 
Whilst others see nothing?

Why are we all here, loving, living, dying, fearing
Together under this thin and fragile blue sky?