Sky

Sky

A clear blue sky,

never-ending and soon to die,

for the inhabitants show no care.

So, step up with more than a prayer.

Do not sit and ponder on why it is blue,

for you should not look, but rather pursue. 

As of now, I shall be of use

trying to stop all of this abuse. 

Leaves

Leaves

Leaves, how jealous I am of you

No worries, no spite, and no stress to be seen

but to live freely in this ever changing world

is your duty

Having no shackles, but to shake it all away

and seasons a-changing with you changing along

How jealous I am of you, leaves.