Blue Sky

“It was the purest sight of nature”, she said.

And began the imagination in my head.

Sharing her morning walks with me,

Talking about the days carefree.

“Ah! What merry days they were!” she recalled with eyes brimming with tears,

No pollution, dust, or smoke, gazing at the skies so clear.

She sighs and talks with praise,

About blue skies free of haze.

As I study her gloomy face,

I explore deeper about those sterling days.

The way colorful wings spread across the sky,

No pollution from chimneys that high.

She questioned the drastic change,

Today’s world which she found so strange.

She wiped a tear from her bespectacled eyes,

As she searched the answers to her whys.

"Will I ever witness that life again?"

Asked my beloved Grandma in a tone of vain.

And oh! what else could I have replied;

For it was me in who she confide.

Promising to revive the world long lost,

I pledged not to harm mother nature at any cost.