Look up. Not at your phone. At the sky. That haze was not there when your grandparents were children. The researchers who mapped it were silenced and the agencies looked away. But the soil knows. The bees know. And somewhere inside you — you know too.

The aluminum is falling on the forest and the field
The barium is landing on the crops across the yield
The strontium is settling in the soil below our feet
And the mycorrhizal network is retreating from the heat
The pollinator populations crashing with no named cause
The bird disorientation written off as nature’s flaws
The fir trees dying row by row across the western range
And every study proving it gets buried or rearranged

This is not a theory written on a wall
This is in the rain sample — the soil — the blood of all
The evidence is written in the bodies of us all
Before the sky goes dark for good — we have to choose to see

BEFORE THE SKY GOES DARK
Sound the alarm — make the call
BEFORE THE SKY GOES DARK
Life is worth the fight for all
The canopy is thinning and the pollinators fall
The mycorrhizal web beneath our feet is losing ground
BEFORE THE SKY GOES DARK
We rise — we witness — we stand
BEFORE THE SKY GOES DARK
While life is still in our hands

The forest cannot regenerate in aluminum-soaked ground
The seedlings cannot root where metal toxins have been found
The ocean phytoplankton at the base of every chain
Is declining in the waters that absorb the toxic rain
The food supply collapsing as the soil becomes a shell
The glyphosate below the metal toxins ringing every bell
The researchers who mapped it called conspiracy and fraud
While the agencies of capture kept on nodding with applaud

This is not a theory written on a wall
This is in the rain sample — the soil — the blood of all
The evidence is written in the bodies of us all
Before the sky goes dark for good — we have to choose to see

BEFORE THE SKY GOES DARK
Sound the alarm — make the call
BEFORE THE SKY GOES DARK
Life is worth the fight for all
The canopy is thinning and the pollinators fall
The mycorrhizal web beneath our feet is losing ground
BEFORE THE SKY GOES DARK
We rise — we witness — we stand
BEFORE THE SKY GOES DARK
While life is still in our hands

I know what you are thinking. Our representatives are bought. What can one person do against all of that. I hear you. But the sky does not care about your hopelessness. The bees do not have time for your despair. Neither do your children.

Collect the rain that falls and send the sample to the lab
The soil beneath your garden tells the story of the jab
Test your sweat after a spray day — measure what your body holds
The forensic citizen science is how the truth unfolds
Far infrared and mineral support to move the metals out
And yes — grow your own — the sky falls on the garden too
But the garden is defiance — less dependency breaks through
Call your state and name SB 56 as the model and the floor
Demand the legislation — make the representative feel the roar

Before the sky goes dark — collect the evidence
Before the sky goes dark — demand the answers
Before the sky goes dark — protect the pollinators
Before the sky goes dark — test the rain
Before the sky goes dark — we are not powerless
Before the sky goes dark — the life in us remains

The sky that fed the ancient forest — fed the ancient sea
Was never theirs to poison — it belongs to you and me
God did not design this world to choke beneath a manufactured haze
And life will not go quietly — not now — not in these days
The soil remembers what the sky was. Fight like it matters. Before the sky goes dark.