In a rolling sea of cloudy white
almost the same thickness as the snow
I often wonder if those below
will ever miss the taste of sky.

The moon craves for their human faces
stars wish to watch their fires blaze
but they can't see clearly through the haze
as nebula's yearn for passers by.

The town that's trapped with just the clouds
has sky they do not miss
and will never know the love of space
or feel it's cosmic kiss.