As I look down with my wonderous eye,

I wish I could show that world my wonderful sky, 

But maybe they don't care for it as much as I.

They have their little things, their lights shine brightly,

their brids fly highly, this is my domain and I leave it untamed,

So that day by day the skies(my?) greatness reigns.

These men and women seem to think that taming is the way of being anything,

A wild dog is captured and kept, and later if nobody wants them then they are dead,

isn't it lovely how they do these things, how they destroy all living being,

people will be people and that is all, as I see what they do I am hardly enthralled,

but stuck and shackled is my sky, for their excess continues to fly high,

My domain was bright, with beautifuly colored lights,

Coming from stars and things afar, but now it's brown, black, and blue,

all the hues of those ugly feuds. One person must win,

One person must thrive, competition to them is first, who cares if the world dies?

That us their motto, or so it seems, for I've had to make room for them,

Just like the trees. My domain is my life, and such filled with strife,

How I used to delight whenever I saw night, but now I can't,

for it is their light, one of the many things that block out the beautiful night,

The things I find beautiful, most don't care, their intentions are different,

Not always fair, but I have pity for what they forgot, It may not seem like a lot,

But it is that they are human, and I am not.