Saturday, September 10, 2011

She Weeps... She Cries

Raindrops falling from the heavens above
Tell me why she weeps, my beloved sky?
What makes her turn so dull and gray
And what is the reason for her heartsick cry?
Why does she stay not blue and bright
And why do her winds continue to sigh?

Oh human, Oh you made of coloured sand
How could one like you understand her pain?
The best you were made among all His creation
So much you can do, so much you can gain
Yet time you squander and goodness deny
Oh human, she cries, for you are your own bane

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