crane soaring these burgundy skies...a poem.

from the majestic heights

he flew...

not knowing the pain that the skies bore.

the skies seemed to be melancholic

the rain that fell seemed like tears,

and still

he flew...

unknowing

and

unaware

of the pain that was below.

the crane flew

and flew until...

he came out

of the sky

and landed

on the

sad,

tired,

ground.

and so...the crane realized what pain existed here on the ground

and he cried for what he did not know.