Raindrops like tears,
Pouring from the sky,
A million mystical sorrows,
Making the clouds cry,
Thriving green leaves,
Loosing the will to live,
Falling in a fiery farewell,
A ritualistic way to forgive
The ground caving in,
After so many years of stress,
Destroying it’s burden,
In a crushing caress,
The wind singing a sad tune,
Leaving the air humid,
Filled with its own melancholy misery,
Watching as its home is polluted,
Winter snow falling with biting bitterness,
Covering the snow in deadly cold,
Filling the world with deaths final blow,
A cycle so ancient and old,
The nights are longer,
Dragging out their mournful reign,
Whispering to the animals of the dark,
Pooling in the corners like stains,
The clock resets,
A new generation begins,
Leaves are born again,
And plants are given new skins,
The clouds continue on,
Constant in their tearful vigil,
Adding another sorrow,
To each falling crystal.