Something

They used to see the sky
like the blue it was told
They used to fall for lies
like they told them the truth, fibs aside
They used to wander free
Without a single worry 
Colours were pure and bright
No one to paint a gray
or black
or white
Then everything started shifting balance
Mountains taller than eyes could fathom
Lies so obvious, plain, malicious 
Winds too forceful and strong and vicious 
Then they realized that
their day is done
yet it hasn't  even begun 

Don't try to understand what this poem means - I can't quite understand it myself. And I'm the person who wrote it.