Chemical Trails

Why are there such streaks;

White and bulky, polluting

The natural blue sky?

Only Aeroplanes could soar,

Leaving trails of expanding colour.

They are not clouds,

Not natural,

Not fluffy like candyfloss,

Nor are they sugar coated.

But we sugar coat them.
Clouds should be round,

Like little puffs of sheep bodies

Clustered within the atmosphere.

Daydreaming children count,

These sheep should send to sleep.

But Chemical trails within the sky

Fall heavily, like acid rain.

But not obvious as the rare rainfall,

Like carbon monoxide, silently killing,

The daydreaming innocent.


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