sky and no adjectives? I'm usually too lazy to try to work on a challenge, but tonight I will give it a shot... hang on while I start typing....
Home to angel's choir
haven for nature's horde
bird, bat, bug, and air
the net which snags wishes
entwines our prayers
and frees our dreams.
Ether, whisper, scent,
container of life, love, and joy.
Now too, the resting place,
of fourteen new angles.
ash and soul joined two decades apart.
Earth's sky, our supplier of life,
now our astronaut's burial plot.
Sorry if this became morbid, but as with all I write, it created a life of it's own.
Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn.
Nil Desperandum, Fata viem invenient