Kaleidoscope

The greens, the blues and then the whites,
Are all there is through days and nights.

Once you look above and once below,
The white moves over the blue so slow.
You welcome the lush green lifesaver,
Where the mighty once slept forever.

Halfway through, the vista takes a turn,
Browns and blacks emerge as a slow burn.
You wonder and ponder over what unfolds,
Confusing you with the news and the olds.

Your mind tries to tell you a suspense story,
While your heart dreams of a fantasy glory.
Chaos follows order as if a grand illusion,
Flooding your thirsty kaleidoscopic vision.

Have you come to a conclusion as to why?
Or are you still in a dilemma just like the sky?