Bubblegum sky’s
Orange and red
A black that consumes
Cool darkness when the moon is lit
Anywhere you go
It’s always watching down on us
Seeing everything we do
Slowly changing as we do
How I wonder
What it was like in its youth
Before all the cars and the fumes
It must have had some pretty neat colors
I wonder if it thinks we are pretty neat too
Or if it hates us
For slowly making it wither away
Its seen us since caves and fires
Now we have flashlights and mansions
Centuries at work
But who knows how longer it will hold
The omniscient sky’s
That we fill with fumes
We are digging the graves
Of generations to come