Sky
The sky hears
the musical movement
of every v-shaped stanza
of migration
The sky knows
every bird that floats the currents,
every plane that touches a cloud,
every rocket that blasts past
The sky sings
in a thunderous chorus
and in the soft tones
of raindrops
The sky mourns
every species
that never walks or crawls or flies
on earth again
The sky loves
every first breath
and every last
it has ever shared