my poems

the sky

Used to spend my nights,

watching the stars.

Now the only lights,

are speeding cars.

I always dreamed to fly,

so high wanted to soar. 

Yet we pollute the sky,

can't see it anymore.

It's sad to say,

the sky was blue,

we made it gray,

with what we do.

I know it may seem it's to late,

but let's try now to stop this fate.