Blue sky;
I can hear the birds singing
Their own song, it's beautiful.
I can see the fish; swimming.

Dark blue sky;
I see more and more chimneys
They seem stiff, solid and sick.
It is plastic bags I pick.

Grey sky;
Factories, planes, cars, us.
That is all we got
And animals, food.

Now here and now,
Also here;
No them
- No us.

I was,
You were.
The sky:
Gone