Changing Sky
How many are the years our world has been
an entity? And for how many more
has there been sky, the earth’s celestial skin,
which must have somewhat changed from years before?
In purer times, man may have seen it loom
with diamond clarity of layered blues.
Though like today, it also grayed with gloom,
it must have dazzled dusks in splendid hues.
And even now, despite new damage done
to its most fragile part, how it can shine
with utter brilliance, changing with the sun
while we below keep marring sky’s design!
Perhaps a Holocaust will bleed it red.
Though changed, it will remain when all are dead.
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