SORROW

The sky has been crying all day.
Don't ask her why.
All you will hear are her falling tears
And feel the touch of her sigh.
Perhaps she cries for all the lives
She sees broken by stupidity.
Or does she weep
For the grief of a
Broken heart?

Does she see from high above
The hollow in the ground
and kneeling down beside it,
A figure bent with sorrow
As with gentleness he lays
The one he loved
and will always love,
Even in her grave?