Thread: Night time Sky

I stare at the moon
Just to notice its face,
The sorrow it holds.
The tears it has cried.

Each star holds a different sorrow:
One for the loss of a loved one,
One for a missing piece of their heart,
One for the death of somebody close,
And a million more,
For a million more different sorrows

The clouds hold uncried tears
Of a lawyer,
Of a mother,
Of a friend,
And a bazillion more,
For a bazillion more people.

The night time sky that holds the moon
That cries for the mother that cannot,
The clouds and the stars hold her hidden
sorrow and show the world.
The nighttime sky,
Shows the world what others cannot



(if you don't get this part"That cries for the mother that cannot"it's talking about mother earth)