Seeing the Sky

Here is a poem that I wrote. It was based off of a dream that I had.

I'm trying hard to see the sky, but clouds are in my way.

In the forest, she can see us, and I know just what she'll say.

We'll have to go down under ground until our turn has come,

And as long as we're down there, we know we'll never see the sun.

We meet with friends and say our goodbyes,

And none of them will ask why.

Though no one says it, somehow I know

I won't be seeing the sky.