The performance above me

My eyes float up towards the stage above me.

The bees hum a beautiful melody.

The sun's rays light up the sky

As the show of a lifetime begins up high.

Clouds dance across the stage.

In time, with the breeze, the breeze of change.

They twist and turn.

They teach a story, a story that we have to learn.

A Pirouette, a Grand Jeté.

The clouds are graceful as they sway.

The trees applause,

As the stage has no flaws.

But suddenly, it all comes to a stop.

The smog is too thick, it’s all over the shop.

No one can see,

The dancers flee.

The bees don’t hum.

Factories and buildings; the sight makes you numb.

The performance is on hold.

The sad story I have told.