Perhaps This Is a Change in Faith

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 wrinkled, crusted lips

of the wise Town Leader.

I have always been inclined

to follow Her word

and do as She says,

for her predictions are often right,

but today — perhaps because

it is judgement day —

I cannot bring myself to do that.

All I can do is look up at the quickly approaching Heavens:

How they swirl and twirl and curl,

glittering with the magnificent celestial colors,

as they plummet down upon us.