I Wonder, as I Wander

I wonder, as I wander,
If the ceiling is the sky;
I think, incomplete,
If the ground is a friend of mine.

I wonder, as I wander,
If animals are a gift to men;
I ponder, about the yonder,
And consider what we mean to them?

I wonder, as I wander,
If strangers are of God;
I consider, the risker,
Of a people unlike mine, but of the sod.

I wonder, as I wander,
If different looks are a threat;
I conceptualize, and rudimentarily analyze,
That being blonde is not such an upset.