Blue Stain

The sky is falling,
The clouds are crushed and trampled on,
By busy, anxious, selfish feet.
The air is thick enough to choke oneself,
And cause the Earth's lungs to collapse,
Like a canopy under pressure.
Without this sky, then where,
Oh, where will we deck the stars?
What abyss shall we gaze up into,
When all has gone wrong, and all has,
Forsaken us?
The sky is falling,
And blue has stained the earth.