THe Bright Blue Sky

One can see it, but never truly appreciate it for what it is until it's too late.

The sky, a canvas of painted blue
Shades of it in every hue
Opaque shades of radiant white
Drifted across the linen, bright
Other days, the linen is covered in dull gray hues
Chasing the vibrant blues
We take seeing the beautiful paint for granted
Some wouldn't notice if it vanished
But the dying soldier's final thoughts and breath
When they are only moments away from death
Is to see the brilliant blue sky again
Eyes blank, heart dead
Never to open or see the sky ever again

Author's Note

I wrote this in honour of all the brave men and women who died fighting for a cause they believe in.