My sky...

The sky
The sky is barred
The sky is black and ruined
poisoned and dark
waisted,void
The birds,birds are gone.
The birds are nested away
Nested on broken glass and tainted steel
Nested in festering death
Nested in thorny oaks
Nested
Grounded
The trees, trees are falling
The trees, the trees are grand and deadly ill
torn and ravaged and blown apart
blown by hollow winds in a dying sky
The trees, the strong, the proud
The dying ,dying dead
The trees
The birds
The sky.