We are completed by the sky
The sky brings us life.
But,
It's getting dark,
They say.
It's too hot now,
Too cold before.
Sweltering. Frozen.
It's raining. A sizzle rain.
Bad rain,
A garbage rain.
It's toxic,
They say.
Stay Inside!
They say.
It's our fault,
They say.
But then,
The clouds break,
The sun comes out.
It's safe,
They say.
Everything's normal,
They say.
But is it normal to poison our sky?
