Gloomy pockets filled with water,

Hovering over the earth.

Covering the blessed star’s radiant

Glow.

Harboring purity all to itself.

Casting aside pleas of,

The children to be set

Free.

Dethroning the sky

Of its

Throne.

Stripping away its

Inheritance to the troposphere.

It should be a crime.

Robbing the earth of bright

Mornings.

Replacing the sight of leaves with,

Gray tears.

Keeping the most brilliant

Star hidden from

Sight.

Replacing the laughs of

Innocent creatures

To wails, groans.