The sky is not falling

Chicken Little went home

I wish this corrupted land was not my home

The politicians flew too close to the sun

I have now learned how a cheeto can run

The sky is falling 

The Princess never expected this.

She never expected her world to spiral out of her control.

She never expected to witness the cycle of death and life before her very eyes.

Gentle blue turns deep like grey

Grey turns dark in a peaceful way

My hand reaches forward

I begin to grin

Gently down come the birds

Guiding their kin

My hand grows damp

My hair moistened now

Once upon a time, there was a boy. This boy, out of all the boys in town, had trouble reading. So, he asked the sky for help. He asked her, "Oh dear sky, whatever shall I do?

I sit on my front lawn and watch as the sky starts to fall.

I knew it was going to happen.

We all did.

I sit on the lawn in silence.

The sky crashing down.

It shatters into a million pieces.

falling sky, slowly, piece by piece

I've forgotten how to move, to breathe

all the truth I've ever known begins to cease

as I watch my world fall apart

time is ticking, while holding still

look up

the sky is falling

pieces descending from high above

the canvas that once held breathtaking scenes

the sky is falling

never thought the day would come when I would see clouds so up close

The animals already knew when it happened. They all started dying.

The sky cries

with rain.

The sky snows for every whispered secret

from under thick blankets

in the dark

for the kid in everyone

that finds joy

the sky hugs with snow.

Oh, look how it descends upon us!

It is time to say your final prayers

and get ready to meet your maker—

for there is nothing that you can do

to stop the Sky from falling.

These words echoed from

The sky is falling

Like a drop tower

Plummeting towards the ground.

The sky is falling

The ground is giving way

The earth has stopped spinning

The sun has stopped shining.

The sky is falling

The sky is falling

In my mind

The one that used to hold

The morning sun

The daily mantra

How the setting burns in gold