Sky Falling
I looked up at the sky,
saw that it was not falling.
Was blue with patches of white,
I could hear the birds calling.
Somewhere in the world,
death and destruction yawn.
Although I see it in the news,
life around me picks up at dawn.
People rush off to school or work,
birds and bees busily eating, mating.
Life is not harsh or deadly,
only people online are hating.
I can become addicted to vices like,
opioids, food, gambling, cults or sex.
But I am my own worst enemy,
if I blame others for my own hex.
If I get out in the morning and walk every day,
I will find my neighborhood friendly and nice.
As I wave at my neighbors or chat a while,
finding that they are full of advice.
Some of it good,
and some of it bad.
But I am my own person,
and don't like to be had.
The sky may be falling,
for some on this earth.
It does not matter,
your origin of birth.
If you are a good person,
you can escape it all.
By just enjoying what's around you,
rather than believing the fall.
Read Along--The Sky is Falling © Apple Jordan
Disney's Storybook Artists
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whether we think that information or even
misinformation verifies our fears.
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