Dear, Sky

I watch day in and day out as they walk all over me and leave their footprints

Leaving me to feel dirty and disgusting

From footprint, to bike trail, to car streak,

I am stuck onto the the gravel

Forced to support sticky gum, germs from infected mouths, and millions of human life forms

But let me ask you something Sky

What is my reason for living and supporting the rain when it falls down onto my skin?

Why must I disappear when you're white blanket lays upon me?

So tell me sky what's it like to be taken control of and polluted

Are you willing to open a new chapter in life

To be able to live in a world of peace

Or just keep living in pain and sorrow





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