The indigo sky hums a hymn of old,
holding the moon and its children high above the sea.
An old dead tree challenges al in its path,
wanting only to be seen and tell a sad old story.
Crickets hum louder playing the old hyumn,
bringing tears and memories to ancient eyes.
"Tell me old tree, what is time?"
the indigo sky sings to the branches that reach for the skies.
"For I know no but htat it has robbed me of my youth?"
answered the tree disparingly.
"And neither do I but htat I suffer watching my chold and her children suffer under its hands?"
The indigo sky started to cry,
sung back to comfort by her children who survive.
But rejoice for they are yet alive.