The morning dew is the tears,
of all suffering and pain.
The sun lowers, herself down
shutting her eyes to the world.
The trees swing to the dancing wind, singing along.
deep in the forest of the earth
lies it’s soul,
weeping with desperation.
Anger from the nature
lives in the atmosphere
howling at the earth
and its inhabitants.
Rivers run red
of the blood
from the victims
of the day.
A lonely tear runs down
a little girl’s face
lying beside her
dead mother.