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a sky as blue as i haven't seen,

in decades spent lost and in between,

an azure so pure the rain washed clean.

the soiled skies are usually slate,

stony hard like impersonal hate,

unnoticed by people so rushed and late.

the grass rinsed clean and bright and new,

bespeckled and sparkling like the dew,

with no indication of what it went through.

one day it will be sunscorched and bare,

or paved in black like every place everywhere,

with no indication of what once was there.

the leaves rise up with chirps and cheeps, 

sounds so beautiful that all heaven weeps,

i could hold on forever if only memory keeps.

reveries lost of any one long summer day,

how quickly these places seem to fade away,

even children forgot how they used to play.

the last stewards hold their breath and wait.

and watch flowers fail, planted too late.

like lovers lost, like sailors tossed, mourning their fate.