No Fly Zone

........and then the sky was quiet Freed from the invading noise Returned to its youth As if the progress of years Had had no purpose in its sphere. Creatures of wing and flight Could now rejoice Reclaim their space And deliver songs unsilenced. "The days would be different now" Sang the sparrow, the dove, and the hawk, "A grand sacrifice was made Now the humans will talk". Nature embraced the peace Not knowing that its calm was shock Nature mistook the impending storm For a resetting of the clock. I remember the days that followed A sky emptied of travel A curious currency was being collected The world was crying in tandem Unity laid like lambs At the feet of the fallen I saw the compassion gathering Hand in hand we would prevail. The sparrow watched As the dove flew gracefully with the hawk. Yes indeed The humans did begin to talk But not of tranquility But of sowing the darkest seed Tragedy is an opportunity to learn Tragedy can expose uncharted truths It is indignation that charts failure As we repeat repeat and replant  Those seeds of darkness That will once again silence our sky, But this time the sparrow, the dove, and the hawk Will know that when humans talk Their songs about pain and sacrifice Will always to them suffice.