the cry of nature.

The lush green grass, it cries and weeps.
Trees that watch down, have a secret to keep.
Although the sky is light and blue, you can
see the sadness that comes right through.

You watch and you see, you crave happiness,
but happiness is hard to see. When the sky
cries with no tears, you know everything and
anything it fears. But what exactly is the fate?

Sadness before everything, but then there is
silence. Spreading through, finding fate.
But then when it comes down to things, all you
see, and all you need, is that one single tear.