Sky blues

Yet another day passes by
with sun and chemtrails in the sky.
A milky, ghostly haze
meets my curious gaze.

The real clouds shine in a different white,
the chemtrails' white does not seem right.
Iridescent rings blossom around the sun -
yet this more of colour brings no fun.

Clouds were once a mystery,
bringing rain and storm,
always changing their form.

Now we're too busy to see
patterns painted above our head -
Which makes me rather sad.