Peaceful it should always be,
high up in the clouds
A never-ending sea of blue,
reserved for he who prowls.
Glistening eyes scan the sky,
the great expanse their ground,
But these creatures forever lost,
the place that man has found.
Metallic birds, emotionless,
crawl across the sky,
Polluting air, killing nature,
the true masters left to die,
I leave you with this saddening thought,
as we steal away their lives,
All across the world we slaughter,
and the sky itself, it cries.