blue skies
green grass
wispy clouds

the land of my ancestors
belongs to the earth
we are just the caretakers

now we have
hazy grey smog
concrete jungles
and smoke signals

we must protect
the water, soil, and air
we must protect our future

©2016 Proximanova


Quadrille prompt: This week’s dVerse prompt is to write a poem on our blogs in exactly 44 words (excluding title) where at least one of the words is cloud(s). Visit dVerse and get inspired by the other poets.