Gone, no more will return

There was nothing up my skies
So clear after the clear showers
Upwards the passing voice to come
To break a tiding of no return

Not good, so brief it was
Not pleasant, what the ripper took
Not expecting, green not yet brown
Not avoidable, took it again like before

So violently without any hearing
So quick to even say good bye
His body already long displaced
The sudden wreckage that fell
His return never possible, he is gone.