In twilight\'s tender and silver hue,
Two lovers met \'neath skies so blue,
The Earth, a maiden dressed in green,
The Heavens, a suitor, rarely seen.
Their love\'s a tale from mythic lore,
A passion deep and forevermore,
Shalt grace the canvas of the skies,
As tears of love fall from her eyes.
On meadows kissed by evening\'s grace,
They met in Nature\'s vast embrace,
The Earth, a vision of delight,
In a gown of verdant and azure light.
The Heavens, dressed in robes of night,
With stars that shimmered, pure and bright,
He painted the dreams in shades of blue,
A love that in the heavens dwelt and grew.
Yet the distance kept them worlds apart,
The Earth, a mistress of the heart,
The Heavens, distant and aloof,
Their love unspoken, yet the proof.
But in the stillness of the night,
They found a way to reunite,
As tears of love fell from the skies,
In whispered, moonlit lullabies.
The Earth, she wept in gentle rain,
Her tears a balm to heal the pain,
While Heavens, with his tears of dew,
Collected love, both old and new.
Each tear, a language all their own,
In every drop, their love was shown,
A union of the Earth and sky,
A love that would never say goodbye.
As dawn broke through the eastern gate,
The lovers parted, but their fate
Would bring them back to meet again,
To weep their love in tears of rain.
In eternal cycles, they\'d unite,
Through tears of love, their hearts took flight,
A celestial dance, forever in trance,
In Nature\'s love, they found romance.
In the age of Nature\'s embrace,
This love story finds its rightful place,
Where passion blooms in every rhyme,
Tears of the Heavens, an eternal chime.