I don't know why this came into my mind today. I just started writing and this is what I came up with... Take from it what you will.
The sky is gone
Blocked out
By glass
And steel
The sun is a memory
Seen only in reflections
Heavy clouds of smog
Replace the clouds of rain
Of snow
Of hail
The old days are stories
Told by grandparents
To small children
Who don't understand
Or don't care
Concrete jungles
Replace the grass
The trees
The outdoors
Children aren't children
When they can't have fun
Can't run
Can't fall
And pick themselves back up
Only to run and fall again
Enjoy outside
While it lasts
It won't be long
Before it's gone
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