Rain is inevitable to the earth
It coats the dead land with life
I often wonder if it carries a meaning
A cry for help from the lost and alone
I think rain is the tears people can't cry
Their tear ducts have run dry
despair coated
Could clouds possibly have any emotions?
No
but why are they grey and hold no light?
They say don't stare into the sun
Is it because it blinds with lies?
Does it make people sink into a fantasy?
One in which, the truth is never revealed
The sun burns behind eyelids
Damaging the pieces of fragility
Light is only reflected through the iris
Close your eyes and it's gone
once again
The stars shine so bright
But are they ever lonely?
Clinging to the dark sky
The moon is their company
Alas
the moon and stars fade
Some nights there are no stars
And the moon hides within shadows
Appearing only when it wishes
When night fades to day
Never know what it brings
Could be gloomy that day
Or perhaps sunny and clear
Nature is mysterious
And often compelling
It says things that we cannot
Catch some light
for it slowly fades
