An overinflated sky
lays low above the trees
stripped bare of dignity
so honest these hues
of green, peach, and brown
hiding the cliche of blue.
she's losing her fight
-tears hit my shoulders-
she's fading fast
There's no way to help
her pain so deep
but to give her time
blackness will swallow
all that is left
and we'll start again; anew
After the rain.